At the end of the day, it was all good news. The bone is knitting back together properly, correctly in line. Consultant was a bit startled at how much I was already doing (like driving to the outpatients) but apart from a bit of mild finger-wagging about not overdoing things, I was good to go.
Back in the car park, on the phone to a favourite regular, two hours later, emptying my balls into a willing mouth 😜