Well, after a few weeks of seeing lots of the folk around me going down with cold or flu symptoms I finally caught it myself over the weekend, leaving me very bunged up and, worst of all, dog-tired because the damned cough kept waking me up (along with the delightful cotton mouth feeling because your nose is blocked and you’ve been breathing through your mouth until it dries out, yeugh). I’ve used more tissues than the British Onanist Olympic Squad today, but at least I got some sleep eventually. The cats were very supportive as usual, regarding me with their shining eyes then rolling over to expose their tummies to remind me I may be feeling awful, but that is no reason not to tickle their tums.