Honey it's real

Readers may possibly have noticed - Peter definitely has - that I took a lighthearted, indeed jocular, view of losing my voice. I rather misjudged the situation. Not only did I subsequently get rushed to hospital in a blue-light ambulance, but it happened twice; all within the space of six hours. Finding myself lying on a bed in A&E with an oxygen mask over my face and an armful of tubes was another clue that I may have been a touch blasé. On the plus side, on my discharge I managed to blag a sizable quantity of codeine from the hospital pharmacy.