THE OLD FART...

...I was up with the sparrows & got a taxi at 06:30h to go to Saint Pierre's hospital. After waiting around for two & a half hours - found myself on the operating table. The anesthetist left me semi-conscious so I could feel the surgeon digging around in my neck & removing alien lumps of tissue (ganglions whatever they are) from my neck.

It didn't start to really hurt until I came round fully around midday. You can see the bandage! By 14:00h  the lovely (extra) Bien arrived to take me home...