It turned out that a minor accident last Saturday involving a brush with a prickly pear cactus had led to some infection which had set off an adverse reaction. Apparently this is the sort of thing people died from before Mr Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin, so on the whole I'm quite grateful to still be here!
Apart from that rather grisly ending, it was a great holiday, and some fuller reflections will follow soon.
Meanwhile, a prize for anyone (apart from Dave Gladwin) who can tell me which 22-minute album track the title of this post is taken from.
7 comments:
Is it all right if I tell them that it isn't Supper's Ready?
Oh, hang on. That's more like twenty three minutes, isn't it?
Drat. Where's Phil Collins when you need him?
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... and we are really pleased that you, Paulos, are returned
We may not always agree .... but we are always better informed
GE
"a brush with a prickly pear cactus"? That's your excuse and you're sticking to it! (It was the reference to penicillin that gave it away.) Anyway, glad to hear you had a good trip and good to see you back.
I trawl the megahertz.
A prize sounds good. A link to my politics blog would be a nice one. A response to my earlier comment would possibly be even better!
Bewildered and sarcastic? not quite either of those, thankfully. It's a good album.
Meanwhile, back to the real world...
You have five blogs, Stephen. Which of them do you wish me to link to?
It's a rough trade, politics.
Thanks!
http://bunchofcrooks.blogspot.com/
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