Immobile...

I’m glad I don’t have any immediate appointments to keep, as I’m stuck in Berwick-on-Tweed with the gout. Very painful, though thankfully I have a supply of pills to take. They don’t work right away; it might be 36 hours before I see any improvement. In the meantime I’m wincing and hobbling. But I’m parked up in a free car-park overlooking the river, next to a café, so I won’t starve, and I can get on with reading and writing until I’m mobile again…