My right arm went numb last night. I know I should have expected it, there have been odd little warning signs over the past few months, but it was still strange, like pins and needles but you don't know why it's there.

And I'd been feeling pretty rough yesterday, so no surprises there.

This morning most of the feeling is back again, although my hand is still cold and the fingers feel weird. I have to be really careful picking things up now, in case I drop them.

And typing anything is a nightmare, and my voice recognition software doesn't seem to respond very well to my accent. (I know you're supposed to be able to 'train' these things, but mine is about as well trained as my dogs :roll:)

Now I'm just catching up on my writing as and when. I even managed a sheet full of illustrations last night (before the numbness started) for my book on Runes.

It's a lovely day, and I hope to sit in the garden later. Meanwhile Mr Penry bless him, is fussing over me and not letting me do anything!