Wrapped up...
Oh happy day.... For the first time in eleven days, I don't have to cling film myself before taking a shower. The trouble is that every time I've wrapped my arm pre ablutions, I have been stuck with the image of Mark Addy wrapping it around his ample girth in preparation for 'The Full Monty' with a Mars Bar in one hand and a fistful of broken dreams in the other. It's also very hard to know when to stop rolling it on. Is twice round enough, or do I just keep going until the parts of my arm on either side turn blue? Either way, I'd managed to keep it relatively dry over the week, so I must have done something right. Getting to the hospital early yesterday, I got the last space in the car park. Thinking that this was a good omen, I treated myself to a posh coffee and iced bun, and plonked myself in the waiting room assuming that there would be plenty of time to enjoy both before I was called. I managed forty five seconds before the call came, and I