Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

For the past few weeks I’ve been bugged.

No, not, unfortunately, by some dashing Man In Black listening avidly for my slightest word… (though who knows, given some of the things in the search history of any writer…) but by one of those insidious viruses that take up residence and show little desire to move out. It is the season for such things and the normal course of action is to have a good moan, feel miserable for a few days, then get back to normal as quickly as possible. This time, however, there has been an unexpected consequence though one, I hope that will sort itself out in due course. I’ve gone deaf.

My hearing in that ear has been less than perfect for some time, and I long ago realised that I lip-read a lot, so I’m coping well enough. Just frustrated. I sincerely hope that it will…