No prizes for guessing who assisted me in the eating of various small sausages and such like.

Wednesday saw me riding the Bullet into the middle of Birmingham for a medical exam.

My employer only wanted the answer to one question.  "Will I be able to work as an engineer again?"

The answer, is seems, is NO - and I'm afraid I have to agree with 'em.

Saturday was the "Sunshiners" nibbling night - followed by musical mayhem involving ukuleles.

The less said about that, the better.

Sunday was the scattering of Kim's ashes from the summit of Cam Peak.

I would dearly liked to have been there, but once again this bloody injury has stopped me from living my life the way I want to.