BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN But for a white towel, lying naked and alone on my back on a concrete slab in the bright white cellar of a Georgian mansion, I might as well have been a cadaver waiting for the pathologist’s scalpel. Then in trundled a stainless-steel medical trolley from which bags of clear fluids and tubes were hanging, pushed by a smiling Japanese nurse. I … Continue reading Expelliarsus