Self

I must apologise for the lack of transmission. I have rather unfortunately been struck down with Labyrinthitis. This does not, as the name may suggest, involve David Bowie in extremely tight leggings popping round to sing to you while hobgoblins dance in the grate. No. What is does involve is sudden attacks of vertigo and spontaneously falling to the floor which, while it may look rather spectacular, is actually profoundly ouchy upon contact with the ground. As a result I have been erring on the side of caution and have been walking around very slowly making sure there's always something to grab hold off just in case of an attack of dropsy.