Moon Shadow

I should have been off to London today for an exciting meeting with actuaries. And thence to York to visit Flora. But my recently operated on knee snookered all that - it packed in, painfully and publicly, in the supermarket. I shouted out a word not often heard in the genteel aisles of Waitrose. Mr Surgeon reckons it's "only a bit of internal haemorrhaging." I reckon his internal stitching wasn't as rigorous as it might have been. I've to go back to see him in a few days. Needless to say, I didn't mention that I'd moved house in the week since the operation.

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