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Flan is having his operation tomorrow. He started collapsing again when it got hot, which made the decision much easier. "Friday the thirteenth?!" I said to the receptionist at the hospital, when I booked him in. "Yes!" she chirped, "a LUCKY date!" I hope she's right, but I have been taking him for extra long and exciting walks all week, just in case.

Rather ungraciously, I've closed the comments, because I'm trying not to think about it too much.