Frozen

One very good thing about the Tropics is that it is generally warm. The downside is that my asthma sometimes wanders by, like a scholarly ghost, not particularly potent but slightly irritating. The upside is that my old shoulder injury is kept at bay; when he is active, it is more like some thuggish yob who puts you in an armlock just for the fun of it, all the while yelling, "Hur hur hur, who's a pre(tt)y boy then!" in some awful Lunnon accent.

Down here, my shoulder isn't often frozen. That's wonderful. Except when it is.