I spoke with him last night, Apparently they have fitted him with jammies that pop open if you flex your waist. That way, if your hands are juggling poles and cords and connections you can still pee. He of course insists on flexing at odd moments and "flashing". Any wonder why he has a private room?

That was me, Liz. I thought he might be home. No problem.

You know, I think this is all my fault. I fed him Lipton Tea. Might have killed him...So Sorry Micca. I will have proper English tea available from now on.