Oooh you're a naughty mess

feeling better tho' stille partial dead/ another doc.'s app. yester. revealed a severe inner ear blockage, the result of an imbalance of pressure in the closely linked e-n-t system/ i was told to expect three more weeks of near deafness which, for a rabid music lust-fiend is near hell to contemplate, lest experience/ i keep looking at my beautiful, expensive equipment and tall pile of recently acquired gems and rarities/ the one bonus is a cessation of my obsession with sonic quality, so it's not all bad/ moreover when i come out from under this cloud i'll appreciate what i've got all the more/ amusingly a neighbour we'd over for drinks last night, when we were listening to fairytale of ny, mentioned she knows macoll's husband well/ he is none other than steve lillywhite, producer of many pogues and mondays records and close friend of the late great martin hannett (or why joy division sounded so incredible - compare live and studio recordings and you'll 'see' what i mean)/ we've been tasked with the care of two maltese terriers for the next few weeks bar the mas d'christo and, whilst i've always been put off by the breed, they are very sweet dogs/ they're also remarkably active: they move about constantly, sniffing, leaping off and onto things but when you pick them up they are inert and can be stroked for as long as one might wish/ great dogs/ i think also with our recent bereavement they might provide some much needed 'dog therapy'/