I couldn't resist writing a little post, especially for Gordon. For the last couple of months it has taken me around an extra ten minutes to get to bed. The reason being that some time ago I went to the doctor, and when he came to the usual closing question "is their anything else I can do for you" I said, "yes, well how about this?" and showed him the bottom of my foot. In the middle of my heel there has lived for years a plantar wart! - and in recent times it had started actually paining. So he looked at it and we discussed my options (as you do when you have serious business with the doctor): burning, freezing or poison. I chose the poison (it sounded like he thought burning would require a GA, which I thought was quite ridiculous, but this wart has been there a long time and gone deep). So, every night I have had to soak my foot in hot water for at least five minutes, remove the dead bits and pieces, apply the extra-strength ointment, find a band-aid ... and I am usually just about to go to bed and then I remember 'oh bother, the wart routine' and so I go and get the bucket and sit on the edge of the bath with my foot in it and daydream for a while, and then begin surgery. The last few days I have started to wonder if I was still killing wart or just killing my own foot. And now I think the fight against the monster within has finally been won, and I am a wart-free human being!