This is a campaign that the English National Health Service are running to encourage more of us to sign up to the NHS Organ Donor Register.

I’ve been on the list ever since I first found out about it, probably from when I first got my Driving License. (It may have not existed then, but I certainly remember filling in a Kidney Donor card with my first provisional license aged 17).

Karen was perusing a leaflet about it this evening (picked up at the hospital, I think) and agreed to register, although she feels rather squeamish about it. You can now do it online with a few simple questions. (They also have a number of pamphlets for those who are uncertain what their particular Giant Green Arkleseizure thinks about it).

I would encourage any Brits who have never got round to it to do so, by clicking on the heart below.

HOWEVER, should that dour bottler scumbag in Downing Street introduce the concept of “implied consent” then I will remove my registration in a defiant gesture of explicit dissent, including appropriate hand gestures. The State serves me, not the other way round.

ª Tom Sharpe, “The Ballad of Prick ‘Em Dry”

This morning, I’m off back to the fracture clinic to see the specialist and have my surgical staples removed. It has been two weeks since my keyhole surgery and I should find out a lot more about what was actually done and what the immediate future holds.

It will only be my second trip out of the house since coming back from hospital and I’m looking forward to it- apart from the inevitable painful bits.