So that thing that was taking residence on my head – wart, skin tag, or perhaps a twin that never made it past the first interview – fell off last night after I stepped out of the shower. I guess that blast of freezing air really did the trick after all.

I noticed it was gone as I was drying myself. It had fallen on the floor. From six feet up it looked like a dangleberry that had strayed too far from the bowl. Up close it was a little like a sultana, but far less appetising of course. I have a picture, but I guess you don’t want to see that.

It is the first time in a long time that it has not been there, fixed to the side of my head, and its absence feels… weird. I certainly don’t regret its removal, but I still reach up and half-expect it to be there.

I have an appointment in a couple of weeks to remove the base, probably in that same minus 196 degree manner.