UPDATE!

I've had the All Clear from Barts! Phew. PHEW!! My life really was on hold there. Plus the constant sight of that hideous bruise and the accompanying (slight) pain was a constant reminder. I'm so lucky.

Now I'll get on with my life. Planning our trip to Marou. Booked a hotel and a table at a bistro in Orleans for Friday night . Then drive to Marou on Saturday. Hurrah! I just hope A doesn't spent every day in the shed, making a bench, because if he does I'll be on a train, with Scooter, to Paris. Thence to Calais, where I shall hopefully pick up a Blabla Car to Folkestone through the tunnel. Or maybe I'll just strap both of us to the undercarriage of a lorry...... This is all because dogs aren't allowed on Eurostar.  Or as foot passengers on the ferries. But obviously I'd rather be enjoying Marou so much that I don't want to leave. Like this last trip. And I honestly don't know if that was the meds or the weather. Or both. Anyhoo...

This is Joe, with Scooter, the other day: