Every October my wife and I are lucky enough to be able to sneak away for a break on our own. This years trip was looking unlikely when I was diagnosed with Bell’s Palsy in early September, especially as our plan was to spend some time in Las Vegas. There was real concern on my part that the sneer on my face caused by my illness would have led me to drunkenly enter into an Elvis lookalike contest, with the extremely distressing thought that I might end up singing in public. The thought of me belting out the final words to American Trilogy whilst on one knee, wearing a rhinestone jump suit, then being unable to get back to my feet because of being fifty, was a chance I just wasn’t going to take. So everything went on hold.