  Third and final visit to the hospital today to get the rest of my stitches out (all 16 of 'em). Can't be arsed to take a picture, but at the moment it's big and red and swollen (oof), kind of like you'd expect it to be when you've had 16 bits of material sticking in it for the better part of a week. So you'll just have to wait till I get home before you go "You never had 16 stitches in that, you lying bastard".
Suffice to say, it's a lot less serious than this: Now, for all those headed to Bruges this weekend, here's some survival French. I think they predominantly speak French rather than Flemish there. "Excusez-moi monsieur, où puis-je recevoir un danse de recouvrement? " - Excuse me sir, where can I get a lap dance? "Ne l'arrêtez pas! Il est nu parce qu'il va se marier le mois prochain!
" - Don't arrest him! He's naked because he's getting married next month! "Il doit rester dehors. Sa femme veut qu'il n'entre pas un tel établissement" - He has to stay outside. His wife won't let him go inside a place like this "Mon genou a l'odeur de chatte? " -(The infamous) Does my knee smell of minge? 
