Not going home!

So the Crete Medicare people decided late last night that I couldn’t fly home today and I had to wait another day. So a morning of enforced telly watching, and afternoon with some pacing. Then the Grand Prix, with a spot of panic in the middle where it turned out the doctor had been and gone. Happily I got him to come back and do my test.

Tests all done I was demob happy, went for a nice dinner looking at the sea. Home tomorrow!