For some people, catching covid isn’t just a feeling bad for a few days thing. For some, it leaves little gifts along the way. For me one of them is tinnitus. It’s driven me nuts for nearly two years now. That constant high pitched whistling from morning till night has, at times been so loud its been hard to listen to people and the radio. Then my hearing changed and my left lug decided to pack in. Long story short, I now have an hearing aid. Man alive it’s amazing! I can now listen to Boris Johnson lying through his teeth a lot easier. Sound has been restored. My days of saying,” You what?” or just “Ey?” with a look of bemusement are gone. Or my wife telling me to turn the telly down. But also my excuse of not hearing has also gone, which is a bit of a drawback. Things sound really weird. When I walked out of the health centre the first thing I noticed was the noise of the traffic. I thought the passing lorry was 747 landing. Opening a bag of crisps is like walking over gravel. A boiling kettle rumbles and the toilet sounds like a tsunami. My new mantra is “No need to shout!” So I’m watching a bit of Saturday night TV with the sound on low. My wife now says, “Can you turn it up!?” Some people are never happy…..