One day this dog will physically burst.

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.