You may not know of Dr Eleanor Watt - I didn't until recently - we met for about an hour, but I shall be forever in her debt.

I suspect my tale this week is one of revenge by the animal world for my lost dog story last week.

On a recent evening I had been swimming as part of my new keep fit campaign, this was one of the longer ones, as it had lasted three days.

On the way home I skillfully avoided the chip shop, and for dinner we had salad and cold chicken.

It was very tasty, well until the third bite of the chicken that is, when a large bone somehow got lodged in my throat.

Attempts were made to dislodge it, by drinking, which only made it worse.

A call to the doctors sent us rushing to hospital, unable to swallow, hardly able to speak, in a good deal of pain, but just about breathing.

Several nurses, doctors etc took a look but couldn't see the offending bone, X-rays didn't reveal it either.

Enter Dr Watt. After much thought and a good deal of choking, the offending bone was removed with a pair of pincers that Dr Crippen may well have patented.

There was a good deal of probing, cameras up the nose to see where it was. Yes, it was a long way down and stuck behind my epiglottis, which I thought was the capital of Moldova.

At last it was captured, the bone was out, it's over an inch long and was in sideways, I carry it with me now if you want a look.

Many thanks to Dr Watt. I have named the bone Eleanor in her memory, and guess what was for dinner the next evening... chicken casserole.

I have never chewed my food so much. Anyway, by the time you read this I shall be in France... yes we're off to Brive for the second leg of the rugby against the Warriors.

Saturday Breakfast from Brive and the whole of the game, and then Bradders' Sunday Show breaks new ground with a show from a caf in the middle of the French city.

Looking forward to the cultural exchange. As Worcester is the Faithful City, Brive, it seems, is the home of the "strapping woman'. I look forward to meeting here.

Only problem is the emblem of France is a... cockerel.

Think I'll have Dr Watt on stand by.

Au revoir.