On Charge (EB)

After our trip to Sheffield and back yesterday, in some of the foulest weather on the way back, and pretty miserable on the way up too (we were lucky for that stretch) the only snapshot I managed was Mrs W's mobility scooter battery on charge just after we got home.

I was brain dead for the rest of the evening.

My good news is that all the tests and MRI have not shown up anything sinister, in fact healthily normal. My taste disorder has been put down to what is described as 'nerve memory' and the doctor has a number of ways to control it which he will be sending to our doctor.

Maybe I'll be able to enjoy a GOOD whisky in the not too distant future.