...but did they find the steak, mushroom and suet pudding from lunch the week before?
I'm sure mine's still inside me, lurking like some alien life-form, just waiting to pounce on a passing piece of offal.
Good to hear the plumber's done his bit and you're back on your feet with all four trotters in the fridge! I'm just worried there might not be enough ice-cream in East London. See if you can get it on prescription (with the NHS in the state it is now, I doubt it - though my grandfather did once get a crate of Guinness prescribed by his doctor. Jammy bugger).