Two days of solid traffic and nothing to say for myself. My lovely audience are getting a pretty raw deal, if you ask me. I should be punished for my inaction. But I haven’t been strictly inactive. I’ve spent one day working from midday until four in the morning – ably supported my an early morning walk around Maida Vale with Mr Curmudgeon Morgan. I’ve experienced a solid day of dreaming and designing with the cream of the BBC. And I’ve had my bloody ears oozed out by an unhelpful male uber-nurse. I have hearing back. The world’s a better place because now I can hear myself singing when I’m waiting for the bus.