THE WORKSHOP

Not mine. Wish it was, I would turn it into my little private bolt-hole.

Not much going on here apart from the rapid spread of my itchy red blistery rash. It now goes from the back of my head, round my neck to my left ear, down my throat and chest, and across to my left shoulder and slipping over to my back. Oh, and the lovely patch creeping up my face. Super. But it will go away, it's only shingles, so ho hum.

And no work tomorrow by the look of it.