TPR and I moved to northern Norway where we lived in a rather run down house with two kitchens. I was determined to bring some order to our living arrangements so started moving jars of flour from one kitchen to the other so that we would end up with one as a venue for cooking and the other as living space.

All this activity was both exhausting and stressful, but my colleague CC was on hand to administer my injection. As the gold liquid made its way down the syringe to the needle poised next to my left arm, I prepared to scream. In the event I felt no pain whatsoever.