Losing my marbles

The up and down the M5 to the hospital is stealing what little brain cell I'd managed to keep hold of after I gave up paid work. Nevertheless, today's visit wasn't as bad as it could have been. Janet's readings, although indicative of transplant rejection, are not overly concerning, and we're drawing a sigh of relief after yesterday's uncertainty.

The hospital visit, the weather and later the rotten news in London sapped my urge for photography today, and so I'm resorting to a bit of Dr Who like nonsense. I feel like William Hartnell trapped in the crystal of time (or did I dream that episode?). Still, there's the first blip of the moused ash, in there somewhere.