Having just about got over my smashed up foot and Mrs Miggins is finally out of her neck collar we were looking forward to a more "normal" summer.
Wrong! I was just packing up at the boatyard last Tuesday, going home for a nice birthday dinner when I had a seizure.
Next thing I know, I am chatting to the HEMS doctor before being carted off to Northampton hospital.
The long and the short is, various cuts and grazes, strained back muscles and of course, the obligatory badly bitten tongue.
I am fed up with this shit!!