My ****ing taxi home from Rudheath (the boss is paying until next week) is already 45 minutes ****ing late and is still 8 miles away
Went to see the consultant yesterday, In the event, I actually saw the theatre sister. She was very happy and I'm now signed off. I can fly next month, so if I manage to sort the logistics with my youngest, I'll be jetting off to somewhere in Mexico. She's currently at a Spanish school in Guatemala on an intensive an intensive week long one-to-one learning Spanish. This is so she can absorb the culture better and look after me when I'm there for a fortnight
I didn't mention the wing transplantation as I didn't think anyone would believe me. So am I. I was worried as **** before the operation.
No. Defo don't want any Midnight Express-type ****. I doubt the inside of a Mexican nick is a very pleasant place