Frankenstein's monster meets Bridget Jones
That's what I feel like at the moment, as I type, arms outstretched, neck stiff, eyes staring forward. The neck brace I'll be wearing for the next five weeks has robbed me of peripheral vision, and also the ability to look down easily. I eat with the plate pushed halfway across the table, as my laptop is now, so I can see what I'm doing. So imagine me sitting, arms straight, with every second key of my ham-fisted typing the delete key. Frankenstein's monster. So where does Br