Calamitous events come in threes!

Last week, cycling by the river, I skidded and fell off my bike, landing inevitably on my right shoulder, which has only just repaired itself after I tore my rotator cuff in June.  Then I developed tonsils the size of melons and a sore throat so rough that I could have sand-papered a forest of trees. That caused us to miss a festive Ceilidh.  Finally, one of the unpredictable nerve pains that I developed after my shingles outbreak, returned to plague me in the dark hours of the other night.  So hopefully, that’s it.  No more incidents for a while!