So I’m back in London.

I wanted this post to be about my weekend and how good it was to hang out with my friends, how relaxing it was to be in the middle of nowhere with nothing in particular to do, and how I felt so much more relaxed than before I went. And all these things are indeed true but then I went into work today and this happened:

Me: Morning All

Abbi: Ah, I see your eye is completely better.

Me: By which you mean it’s not.

Abbi: It’s considerably worse than last Thursday.

Me: Really?

Abbi: Small aircraft are circling the building in case of an eruption.

OK. I made the last line up but you get the idea. And so, having exhausted my arsenal of homegrown solutions, off I went to the NHS walk-in centre in sunniest Soho. I was fortunate to get seen by a Doctor fairly swiftly (I think they were concerned my eye was growing worse as they watched) and was given a course of medication to eradicate the infection. Hopefully.

I say hopefully because I was also told that should the eyelid close I will have to go under the knife. I have had to do this on two previous occasions – the first went wrong requiring a second precedure – and it hurts like buggery, they can’t knock you out and it leads to scarring of the eyelid. However it does give us a new blog competition:

Bladewatch!

Below is a picture of my eye as it currently stands (eyelid swollen half shut), you can vote as to whether you think the antibiotics will work. You can win…urm sweet FA, but I will either feel: a) lifted by a wave of optimism or b) depressed by the bloodthirsty hordes baying for me to go under the knife or c) underwhelmed by a lack of response because most of my views are being generated by Google image search. Let’s play Bladewatch:

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