Not even slightly silly

Incredibly, this is the most sensible-looking picture of George I took when he visited. 

I think this is the day when someone finally explained to me the reason they were keeping me in: in spite of the antibiotic onslaught, the infection markers in my blood were getting worse.  While it wasn’t exactly good news, at least I could understand what the problem was.

This meant I was now waiting for a visit from the microbiologists, or “bug doctors” as somebody called them.