clicked

as again I walked along Westminster Bridge  to St Thomas'

The charming and particularly handsome  Plastics doctor who I saw  today tells me that it is now too late to stitch my finger.  It is likely to become infected if they do.    He prodded it about, cleaned it, dressed it and apologised for the conflicting information I have been getting.  

I have to go back AGAIN next Tuesday for him to check the progress of the injury.   

Getting to be a bit groundhog day for me.

In other news;
Peter is feeling better and better each day after his abscess drama
I bought a pair of crazy party spectacles in the hospital shop..