The King of Kong

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

Man, I've left it too long. Do you ever sit down to write a blip and think, "Huh? What was it I did again?"

Oh, no wait, I've got something... It's coming back.

So okay, thing one. Do you remember this? That was actually the second time Caro had lasers shot up her nose to help alleviate nasal congestion and pain that she suffers. At the end of the second operation, when it was apparent it had no effect whatsoever, the consultant basically just said, "Ach well, that's just your nose. Live with it."

I encouraged Caro to try again in NZ. You never know, she might get a better level of treatment this time. And as it turns out, her new ENT guy here did a scan of her sinuses and basically told her that the operation she had before was about as much use as changing the fuse because your toilet is blocked. He reckons he can FIX her!

"I'm pretty sure he wrote 'Arsehole Consultant in Edinburgh' on his little pad," said Caro.

So she's going to be scheduled for the Dyno-Rod round the sinuses sometime in April. She's obviously a little nervous but I think it will make a huge change to her life. And no, I don't have to spend the day in Livingstone this time.

Thing two: Jasper is going to be a glamour model. Caro saw an advert from a Wellington-based photographer who is going to do a book of cats. She is looking for friendly, sociable pussycats to pose for her. Caro wrote back right away with a few pictures of the hairy fellow and the next thing you know, a "shoot" is being organised.

It's like living with the cat Heidi Klum.

So that was Monday. I'm not sure what that has to do with Donkey Kong. 

S.