“You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ’till It’s Gone”. In my case, this has never been truer. Why? I am bereft of saliva. No spit. Gob like a buzzard’s crutch.

Bloody mumps. Probably. I don’t feel too ill, as such, and my nuts are OK (thanks for asking), but as E points out, I look like Penfold out of Danger Mouse, and I’m feeling pretty dosy. My head is full of cotton wool. And we should have been on a Greek island by now. Cobblers.

Who would have thought it? For a change, why not go snowboarding in Iran?

Another big hole in the blog. Ho hum. It started as the Grand Kitchen Remodelling Hiatus, but that ceased to be an excuse some time in June, I think. Just put it down to Other Stuff.

Anyway, all’s well with the world, Forest are top of the league etc. etc.

Oh yes, and E and I got engaged last month :->