What do I wake up with on the first day of my two-week holiday? That's right, of course. The lurgy.

Or a bad sore throat, anyway. I guess, if we discount the ongoing neurological-type symptoms, it proves how infrequently I get ill that I had forgotten what you do about a sore throat.

My voice is nicely deep. Now I'm nicely numbed by lemon and lime somethingorother manufactured in the US containing maltose, E-number colourings and secret sauce, I'm enjoying this. It's pathetic, but for me this makes it so worth it.

(If the symptoms extend to heartburn, guess what I won't be taking. ROFL.)