Lost

Had to forego any plans for snowblips in Paris today, so the above weed kind of represents how J-L was feeling after his little incident this morning.

Incident came about like this;
His nurse didn't have time to change his leg bandage yesterday, so I did when I got home.
I did bandage too tight.
J-L gets up next morning, takes bandage off, and loses consciousness as all the blood rushes to his head.
I call the firemen (as you do in France, not ambulance!) who take ages as there's so much snow.
J-L gets oxygen and returns to normal.

He's fine now after being confined to the sofa all day but won't let me touch his bandages....