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.