Having taken a much needed holiday, my intention was to return to blogging a few days ago. In the event I was waylaid along the way. The offer of an insomnia cure was just too good an opportunity to miss. That I accepted said cure demanded I fight a polished granite floor, perhaps an error on my part. Above, a snap of one of the physical effects of comprehensively losing the fight. My dear Shirl has an extensive portfolio of additional snaps (a little too graphic to post, although the one of the hip joint holds a special place in her heart) as to my additional injuries.
However, all seems to be on the mend, save for the fact my vision is a tad skewwhiff still. At least I now remember who I am.
Scott of the Antarctic