Max Wall

Max was too young and too foreign to have heard of him, so my jokes about walls fell a bit flat. "Maybe my grandmother will have heard of him,” he said, smiling encouragingly. Cheeky sod.
 
In other news, just as I've milked as much sympathy as I possibly can for the pinkie surgery, I've now ripped the cartilage in my knee. I spent the morning at the local hospital patiently explaining to a succession of medical professionals who came to prod me that, despite the enormous bandage on my hand, it was actually my left knee they needed to look at. They sent me off with two crutches, but only one good arm. I'm now wondering what the third and final medical issue is going to be. Finished off by a hernia or felled by a bad case of hiccups. I only hope there's no incontinence involved.