Downhill

The day started very well with an impromptu breakfast blip-meet with Whisky Foxtrot - excellent nosh and good company. My ear was still blocked up, mind, so I may have missed some of what she was saying. I thought it was just down to excess wax, but later on, on the way back down the rig from the allotment, it started to ache a bit in the chilly wind. Hmm, maybe that old Eustachian tube again - I shall have to remember the Valsalva manoevre. Felt decidedly seedy so retired to bed early instead of going to lovely L's 50th birthday party.  :-(   Much worse things happen, though (see yesterday's blip, for example).