He’s going to sort out the other leg in September; he was going to do it straight away, but he changed his mind – he did tell me why, but I've forgotten.
They allowed me to get up and walk about that evening, and in the morning I got in a few hundred paces up and down the corridors before they signed me off and sent me home. Highly professional set-up - many thanks to all concerned.
It’s now three days on. In the last 24 hours I’ve walked over 8,000 paces. That’s almost a round of golf! Never thought I’d be able to do that again.
*Pleasant young feller – German, I think – went to school with my daughter.