Its frighten the horses time again as Huttonian is off to Embra to have his face unstitched and all the accumulated gore removed by beautiful, gentle, Polish nurses. As long as my face does not fall off, or apart, I will be able to face the world again and actively support the wife's planet saving activities by returning to the Golf Course and the Tennis Court never mind the Gooseberry bush and the bramble patch. The journey up will be once more be an ordeal- ignore the curious stares (pity and disgust?) but if the Plastic Surgeon has really done his stuff the trip back will be glances of admiration and (disguised) lust from randy septuagenarians, distaff variety-although after 70 it is sometimes not easy to tell the difference.
More later, If I am spared
