The last injection made it painlessly into the left buttock this morning. I will miss my dropped trouser moments behind the frosted glass with Nurse Gemma but not much. When we got to the clinic this morning our friend Jane, recently returned from Buenos Aires, was waiting outside. She looked a picture of health but was waiting for test results to show whether she has a stomach parasite or not - nice. I think I'll stick to bronchitis, although Jane did remind me that Gary's sister's illness progressed into pneumonia so I am still following the doctors advice rigidly. On the way back we called in quickly at the Post Office to collect a package brimming with Swindon Tourism leaflets as requested by the staff in Moni. Also inside was another bar of Green & Black's and a blow up globe for Salvador which he loves.