Tuesday 8th May 2012<\/p>\n
Val, keen on a drop, hovering on the edge of the abyss, yet one of the greatest Poor Little Rich Gays who ever lived, didn’t spend a weekend in the country. He spent a weekend at the Charing. That’s a hospital in London’s West. Yesterday he emerged with a new hip, which is more than a weekend in the country achieves – very often.<\/p>\n
He underwent hip-snap in September from a fall while more than adequately refreshed. It wouldn’t mend, so was renewed by replacement.<\/p>\n
Heaving forth from the facility yesterday (nurses lined up, weeping, to bid farewell. Well, one. But Val had gilded their lives and shown them a life never before imagined), I said, ‘The Queen Mother, when 94, remained at the King Edward VII Hospital for Officers for ten days after her hip replacement so that, when she left, she could walk unaided.’ ‘ That was one of the changeovers,’ Val rumbled, inching forth on a walking frame, his first substantial distance since Friday’s knife-work. It is widely believed that Her Late Majesty was substituted several times in latter years so that she might live to a hundred.<\/p>\n
In that hospital they were in fact busy working up another Queen Mother.<\/p>\n
Motoring back to the Val apartment, we wondered about the Yummy Mummys of West London. ‘What do they do all day?’ I said. ‘Look for keys,’ said Val, undiminished by anesthesia and hospital life.<\/p>\n
Now he is enthroned on a high chair with his own sharps disposal box. All Mr Dhutta’s patients self-inject for six weeks against blood clotting. It marks them out from the run-of-the-mill. We took a simple supper including a black-edged salami. In fact it was pepper but we agreed it was a mourning salami\u00a0 most suitable for consumption during a period of mourning. What about other mourning food? So odd that it has never been introduced. Where is it? Black-edged or black through.<\/p>\n
But we weren’t in mourning, not at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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