had me in stitches

had the nasty stitches removed - ouch ouch ouch - and yes, it hurt, and yes, I cried. But now my hand is free and nearly back to normal, though I still wear my black silk fingerless glove as a style statement. Last night we hosted Polo's farewell party (he is heading to Kosovo on a peace keeping mission with the French army) and it was very late, very rowdy, very funny, very good...as with all parties it finished with many "I really really love you" moments from the tipsier members of the group. This morning the terrace is littered with a confetti of tab ends - sure sign of a good evening.