Well. I have to say its been a frightfully long time since I have written. Its a long story, but the abridged version goes something like this.
Baxter and I have been in the south of France, a mixture of Golf and skiing with the usual distractions en route (mostly filleys and French wine). After one frightful day both because of the weather and a damned irritable spell brought on by the filleys and french wine we managed to snowplough our car into a tree.
Needless to say this wasn't very good for my constitution and neither was the week or so I spent in that abomination of a French hospital. Nothing serious, a mild concussion, cuts, bruising that sort of thing.
The car is a write off and Baxter and myself are now in wranglings with the car hire company as to what constitutes an Insurance Excess, 2,000 Euro's apparently, as clause 123.56.9 sub paragraph 3.
I was laid up in hospital being attended to by the most brash and it has to be said down right ugly french nurse (with bad breath to boot) i have ever had the misforune of casting my eyes upon.
Obviously I have private health care and this was the best they had to offer. I did indeed ask to be airlifted home but my requests were rebuffed.
Baxter was kept in over night. I was kept in for four. The food was abominable and the smells wretched. If Baxter hadnt arranged for a couple of fillies to visit me on my last two eves I would have escaped.
I have not felt this helpless since my foray into (and subsequent capture in) Syria many years ago, which is another (and yet unprintable due to HM's OSA) story.
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