Well, no, I didn't actually die and nor was it exactly heaven - it just seemed like it. I went to visit the Memsahib this morning who continues to luxuriate in her 5-star accomodation whilst I slave away trying to keep the house clean, the larder filled and heat up prepare and cook my own meals but then, I'm not one to complain as you all well know. Anyway, just a bit further up the road from Shepton Mallet where the hospital is, and not far from the village of Midsomer Norton which gives every appearance of quiet rectitude and tranquility but which is, according to my TV, the murder capital of the world, is my version of heaven. Stuck in the middle of nowhere is a huge warehouse and it is filled, nay, jam-packed to the rafters, with second-hand books! A million or more of them according to Bookbarn International. All the books are - exactly £1 each - not a penny more or a penny less! On top of that there is an excellent cafe and, even more important, there are comfy armchairs littered about the place. I only bought six books, and one of those was for the Memsahib, but I contributed at least a dozen back to the warehouse. It's a funny old world down 'ere' in deepest, darkest 'Zummerzet'!
To be serious for a moment, the Memsahib is doing fine although she has some skin irritation caused by one of the drugs/anaesthetics. Also, unbelievably, she took her first steps around the bed this morning. She's a tough old bird, I put it down to my training, frankly!
