The highlight of my day was to go to my health clinic, which is inconviently located on the other side of Prague, for a blood test. I had intended to take my car, but it seems that the gearbox in playing up. It's a nearly ten-year-old Mercedes A-Class, but is in good condition and I hope to repair if. Let's hope it's not too expensive. I am reluctant to get another car as this one has a lot of history. Your father, among others, has spent many happy summers squashed into the tiny vehicle on holidays in Italy and eslewhere in Europe.
My blood test is in preparation for a colonoscopy that I am having at Prague's Hamolka Hospital on Wednesday lunchtime. As a part of a major medical check up that people of my age should have, I have been referred for this rather unpleasant, but, I'm told, painless proceedure. The worst part is the preparatory steps that I have to take before a tiny camera, together with light, travels the distance of my colon in search of anything untoward. I have to start drinking a dreadflully-tasting powered substance, called Fortrans, that is mixed with water whos purpose is to cause the evacuation of all solid waste. Didn't I describe that gracefully?
No doubt you'll hear more about this lurid topic tomorrow. I bet you can't wait.
Grandpa Jonathan
Prague, Czech Republic
