Had a plastic surgeon come to stay over the weekend. He left his room rather a mess – bed unmade, windows left open, wet towels on the floor. Did he think there was a nurse waiting to come in and clean up after he left? No – even better – an anaesthetist.
However, he did say on Saturday night, after a few wines, that I had good skin and looked younger than my age. So I’m forgiving him all the rest.