I'm still deaf in one year after the cold from hell. I went to see John, one of the ever so nice nurses that work in the Minor Injuries Unit of downstairs in the hospital where I work. He wielded his ear-o-scope or whatever it's called and confirmed that I have a perforated eardrum. Luckily it's not infected. My world will be a quieter place though for the next few weeks.
It's probably a good job because Lou has discovered progressive rock and heavy metal from the '80s which he plays in the car on the way home. I have a hissy fit if he tries in the morning. It's too early for such exuberance then. 'How do you know that one?' he marvels every time he plays something from the all too familiar soundtrack of my youth. Perhaps it's payback time for subjecting my own parents to the same kind of music.
I remonstrate whenever these guys are played. They really pack a punch. but I'm secretly pleased with the reminder. AC/DC are bloody noisy and I'm bit put off by the man in the school uniform when I watch the videos. But I forgot just what a wonderfully powerful voice their lead singer had.