Friday, 29th August
An uneventful night, compared to recent ones, I was neither savaged by vermin, or soaked by amphibians. The mosquitoes have been making up for it, with subtle, low-level attacks, under the dining table. It was also a fairly uneventful journey home, apart from spending a staggering amount in the duty free. Café Crème Bleus for Troy (in his favourite 20-smoke tins), Black Sobranie for me, and for dinner parties, as I haven’t seen them for maybe 20 years. Oh, for the return of the Sobranie Cocktails. Then after shave for Troy, and Perry, Guerlain retro cologne for me, and bingo! 232 Euros lighter.
We got the best seats on the plane again, thanks to Troy’s complex strategy, and although the Easystaff were charming, it wasn’t quite the laugh per mile journey, that the outbound was. However, the bacon baguette, though brown sauce free, was just the antidote to a week of tagines. On arrival, we had just about given up hope of seeing our luggage, when the belt roared into life. Twenty minutes later, we were in the car, and on our way to London. I cleared the To Do Box Box, and we popped out for supper. Haddock and chips, yet another anti-cous-cous meal.
Saturday, 30th August
Back to earth with a bump. Three ultrasounds, and two CTs at the Wellington this morning. Then twenty-five further MRI scans, urgh!
Sunday, 31st August
Two more CTs, and twelve MRI’s. Shortest blog yet…
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