smokingboot

Pfah. It's been years since Sauron the malignant melanoma emerged on my arm, and was eventually biopsed into oblivion, after initial misdiagnosis from our hapless and hopeless GP back in Manchester, years ago. Now it looks as though another of the little swelters is beginning to fidget. This one sits on the back of my right hand. It's always been quite dark, but

larians tells me it seems bigger. It looks just the same to me; for sure if I touch it it feels slightly more raised than I recall, and the edges are more notched than they were...or it could be my imagination. That's the thing about moles, the more you look, the more you're bound to find something to look at. I am not at all worried about it - it just doesn't feel like a problem. I'll go to the doctor, just to stop mi hombre fretting at me.

Speaking of

larians, we hung out in Blackheath last night, during which time we drank Aspalls cider, which is dreadful stuff. Of course, we had to test it thoroughly to be sure. Scientific method and all that. Four pints later, my conclusion is that it's packaged gut rot.