Yesterday's first problem was an Uber driver who parked in the middle of the road a hundred yards away. Apparently he was "looking for his hands-free". Whether he found it or not, he spent most of the drive on the phone in a language neither of us could recognise. And when we got close to the target, it became clear that he didn't recognise the name of the Shard or have any idea of what it looks like. How can you be taxi-driver in London without knowing an iconic landmark that can be seen from half the city?
Anyway, we got there in the end and in time. Mr.Ib was pleased with progress, and we left with a DVD of images from the surgery.. As usual there's quite a learning curve withe viewer that comes along with the images, and to put it mildly I haven't exactly mastered it yet. But here is one image showing my neck and the robot lining up the screws:
He was quite positive about returning to driving in a few weeks, and that of course will mean a return to boules. The sooner the better for my "mental health"!
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