From Armenia

I had a physio appointment first thing, and she spoke a lot of sense. A thorough consultation, and she thinks the pain is die to a disc bulge onto a nerve, and as my strength in my right arm, and reflexes there are now impaired, and I’m needing such heavy painkillers to function, I’m being referred to the next stage up in the semi-privatised NHS. It’s called CATS, but is so new she’s not sure what it stands for. They’ll do a phone consultation probably in Sept and if they think it necessary, I might get a scan. But she thinks it might have gone by then.

Our friends from London, Chloe who we met in Kyrgyzstan, and her partner arrived en route to Glen Elg, to stay the night. It was wonderful to see them, though of course there was a lot of talk about our current PM which we won’t dignify with a name.

We finished the night with our £2 bottle of Armenian apricot brandy which the seller kindly put in an old Russian vodka bottle so that it wouldn’t be confiscated at the Azerbaijan border and consequently arrived safely home to await guests who’d appreciate it. It was really good- almost like Armagnac. What the heads will be like tomorrow remains to be seen.