Mixed weekend

Quentin continues to do well. His blood pressure, temperature and wound all seem to be fine. He has managed a few steps out of bed.

However, he has been very sick for the last 24 hours, producing scary amounts of bright green bile at regular intervals. The nurses come and take it away to "measure" it - I am beginning to wonder if they are storing it for Halloween.

Apparently the celebrations start when he passes wind. I have to say that spending the day willing Quent to fart is not a situation I usually find myself in, but it's all part of life's rich tapestry here at Charing Cross.

In the meantime, the nasal tube is back in and they will do an X-ray tomorrow to see what's going on. I will keep you posted and apologise to the more squeamish amongst you for "too much detail".

Quent remains in good spirits throughout in spite of being tired and a bit weak with all the sickness. I can only imagine the pain of vomiting on an empty stomach with a large, fresh wound. I know I would not be as cheerful.

Father Christmas kindly came in today. Apparently he cut out a couple of inches of "floating rib" to get to the tumour, but he assures Quent he won't miss it. I know a Sea Scout Group which would definitely miss their floating Rib if it went missing, but maybe this is different.

Other than that, and the terrible programmes on TV, we are doing fine.