I'm afraid that the tumbleweed is still blowing across my brain.
There really isn't a lot to talk about just now.
I suppose I could go on at length about my trials with the NHS, but that just tends to be tedious. Suffice to say I have (what appears to be) a non-life threatening condition that could be managed but without management is literally crippling. There is one (count it, one) treatment centre in London, if not the UK. There are centres in Europe. To send me for treatment at one of these European centres for about one month would cost in the region of £10,000. My local health authority is highly unlikely to fund this. Meanwhile I get around £5,000 a year in disability benefits. My father lived to 76, my mother to 86, and my grandfather to 98. My other grandparents, aunts and uncles all died within these parameters. I am 61. Do the maths.
So, apart from that, life continues apace. I wake, I watch television, I surf the net, I post on other peoples blogs, I do Sudoku, I read.
So, this time, I just popped in to say 'Hello'. and I will try to be less morose next time.