Once again I (foolishly) found myself traipsing around London the day after taking receipt of my new leg. It was only sheer willpower (and fear of arrest) that stopped me from lying down in Tottenham Court Road and howling.  After some adjustments and a few days, my leg feels just about bearable.  “That’s what it feels like!” I told Sebastian as we watched Human Planet together.  “Dead auks stuffed into the carcass of a seal then bashed with lumps of ice.”  Now he knows.     http://tinyurl.com/67gdtlc