For f**k's sake.
For f**k's sake.
Furthermore, this evening I must visit my hand surgeon to discuss my operation
He's going to cut lump out of me. Under a local anaesthetic.
Are you going to watch him hack at you?
I'm keen to get it done as quickly as possible, but I don't really want to be trekking through a f**king jungle in Rwanda with an open would on my hand letting in f**king bacteria unknown to medical science, so I need to know if he can do it soon and ensure it's fully healed in a couple of weeks.
Although I suspect there would have been really quite a lot of the Egyptian army about to battle Allan's mates, I wasn't risking it.
They're like that. These are the same people who - when my self-employed father had a bad back - told him to lie on the floor for a month.