Drop, cough and sunshine

Today the sun shined in Manchester. Woo hoo! Having been travelling abroad a lot for work, I’ve not really experienced the full horror of this year’s summer. It’s rained and rained and rained. When it’s not been raining, it’s looked like it was shortly about to rain. Hull and Tewkesbury were both very flooded, although Tewkesbury got vastly more coverage as it’s in the South. Hull is also rumoured to look better underwater. God, imagine discovering the lost city of Atlantis; only to find that it looked like Hull!

I had my pilot’s medical today, which means that I’m now OK to keep flying for the next four years. It’s always a bit nervy about these sorts of things, but it’s oddly pleasing to be told that there are no latent signs of anything wrong. No matter how secure one might feel in general, there's nothing to quite get around the dread that accompanies that instruction to cough as one stands there in naught but underpants. What's that for anyway? I feel a bit of "world wide interweb" research coming on. If anybody happens to know, please leave the answer as a comment below.