Feed me!

Achieved not a lot today as my voice disappeared completely and I’ve been gargling soluble painkillers to numb the pain. The village pharmacist’s prognosis is its allergy to the rapeseed rather than straining my voice. Apparently a lot of hayfever sufferers have been affected this way.

Fulfilled my duties in the workshop this evening preceded by a squeaky phone call to my mum, all the while Windsock staring at me in hope of attention and food. “No, I don’t think you’d like lemon, honey and ginger tea!”

All plans of an early night were shattered with a four hour session in the workshop wrapping and unwrapping the Turb in newspaper for MK to spray the registration. Exhausted but a productive evening.