‘Ere we go, ‘ere we go, ‘ere we go-o………………..

It’s not football this time. I eem to have gone a little deaf. My senses tell me that once I get to the doctor I’ll be fine, but notmal conversation is a bit tricky. That’s why, despite not liking working from home, will work from home.

I gave up on this yesterday, but I’m back again!

I’m still a bit deaf, and I don’t feel right. So, I’m blaming it on my second jab. That or long covid. Whatever, I’m not quite right and I’m not okay.

Sleep. I want to sleep.

I’m putting this blog to bed.