Not Brighton

Right now, I'm supposed to be in Brighton. Drinking free wine and eating free fish & chips. I'm supposed to be schmoozing, networking, learning, running a workshop and having fun.

But I'm home. On the sofa. Feeling sorry for myself. Still deaf in one ear, still in pain. Back to see a GP today - she told me that my ear has two days to start behaving itself or I've got to go to the hospital where they'll hoover out the Nasties. I don't like the sound of that.

And it's June. Apparently. No that the weather has caught up with that realisation yet. Looking outside, it clearly thinks it's still March.