AND WHETHER PIGS HAVE WINGS

So, I'm working from home, unexpectedly. My car's in the garage getting its windscreen wipers fixed and I think I might have an ear infection.

"Is there any pain?" asked the doctors' receptionist, on the phone.

"Not really," I said.

"Alright. Well, it's probably not an infection then. We can do an appointment... some time next week?"

I tried to hide my disappointment, and resolved that I would call again later, despite being completely deaf in one ear.

Did I tell you I've gone deaf in one ear? I think I might have an ear infection.

I'm not going to go on about it.

So, I'm working from home. Unexpectedly. And after the blustering of the Barney Storm, the sky is a crisp wintry blue and the sun is shining. It's really quite pleasant.

What's more, today marks two years of writing this blog! Yep, two years, 556 posts and over 300,000 words. Thank you for sticking with it, if you have.

Like Lewis Carroll, I like the idea of not being too serious, not being too whimsical and not being too self-absorbed.

Stuck in the middle of that triangle is the world of Nonsense, where the sea might well be boiling hot, where the sun can shine brightly in the middle of the night on an unsweepable beach, and where a Walrus and a Carpenter can debate whether or not pigs have wings, thereby introducing the notion of flying pigs into the language as a construct of the impossible, thus making it, well, sort of possible.

Since when have doctors' receptionists been able to diagnose medical conditions on the phone? How long has that been going on?

I'm sure it's an ear infection.

I'm not going to go on about it.