Monica is getting better rapidly. A doctor she met said the extra holes were because they got a trainee to hold the torch inside her! Anywho, she’s already much happier than before and seems to be able to tolerate fatty foods, so that’s all good when I’m setting the menu.
I need to send my change of name to a couple of governments and several banks before I can honestly claim to be a piece of Warland. I’d be happiest if folk called me Warland. Funny thing is, recently alerted to the tax implications of being unmarried in this funny old country, we might be getting married this year!