My Mister with the Sister in the Lister

 Several of you have asked how Quent is this morning, so here's all I know.

He's very comfortable in his own room in the 'new' hospital. No pain so far (= lots of drugs, I presume). I don't think the hospital is new, but a little Google search does return some rather lovely images, so maybe it's been refurbished - or maybe the part he's in is, indeed, new. The nurses are, apparently, very nice.

 Quentin's understanding is that he won't be out till Monday. I made a schoolgirl error and blurted out that the surgeon had told me Saturday or Sunday - so I may have blown the cover of the nurses who've clearly opened their negotiation at Monday. 

Apparently they had to cut his gut as part of the operation so he's not allowed to eat yet. I've told him very firmly that "no food" includes the chocolate the Nicola and Diane brought round and the mince pies that Vicky and Lucy brought round - all of which is a ticking bomb in his overnight bag. He has a habit of making up his own rules around such things. (Like the cranberry juice he was classifying as a pre op 'clear liquid' even though it said no fruit juice). 

Anyway, the summary is that he's fine and sounding bonny. He had a long chat with Oakley about last night's online Explorers session.