sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gunna make it home again (Paris)

oh so totally true.

First the good news: Jayne is being discharged tomorrow! We have booked into a hotel with disabled facilities - that means a real shower and no stairs, for the next 2 days.

The no news: The insurance peeps are saying that to fly home Jayne needs to have the cast split. A couple of doctors have said, "mais oui" and a couple of others have said, "non, non, non". At this point no-one has consulted the surgeon. Apparently they opted for screws and not a plate because that plus the cast provides the best stability.

Just to confound matters, no-one at the hospital answers the phone so the insurance people from Oz (whom I couldn't recommend more highly, I'll name the company when they confirm that I am flying Business with Jayne) haven't been able to speak any of the doctors. I'm uncertain as to whether that is a positive or a negative.

So once again we are in no-person's land. In typical fashion, everyone has an opinion and no-one is willing to over-rule the other. So, nothing happens. At one point we thought we were faced with a 6 week wait in a hotel room. Things look a little better than that, but Jayne and I spoke with the same person and came away with two different perceptions. At this stage, she is hoping I am right (you won't see that written again).

For me, at least, I have part of a weekend in Paris, so it will be off to the St Ouen markets. I might even break the camera out and take a few snaps too.

Stay bat-tuned.

A song to finish? from one of the best voices Oz has produced, "One is the loneliest number". What? Oh Google it kids, although he did not do the original.