Well I should have known, someone in the surgical team must have read the memo that's obviously been circulating about me for years, as soon as I get on an operating table surrounded by people in masks I'm in a shit load of trouble. Before surgery they always tell you how operations only go wrong once in a thousand or once in ten thousand, if such statements reassure you they should because I'm the ONE they're talking about. I went in to have the cataract removed from my right eye, total time scheduled for the procedure including collecting me wheeling me in, prepping me, operating, reassuring, debriefing, issuing medication, returning me to the recovery room...30 minutes. Time actually being operated on 10 to 15 minutes....I was on the operating table for 2 and a quarter hours. I won't go in to too many details but after they'd removed the cataract and inserted my new bionic lens ...my iris popped out (among other things), the senior surgeon who had been coaching the surgeon through the operation took over and we spent the next couple of hours with him trying his best to put my eye back together again and stitching everything in place. All this is done under local anaesthetic with your eyelids retracted.....I can't say I was exactly at my sparkling best afterwards. All sorts of doom laden remarks were then uttered with phrases like "long haul", iris damage, reconstructive surgery...BOLLOCKS!

So what better for such a day than a picture of a cat into whose mind the thought that her human minion might drop or otherwise inconvenience her has never entered, after all cats own the Internet.