On Being Bloody Ill Again - Or Still

I’m bloody ill again.  I’m on the verge of losing my voice. It’s one all Barry White hits puberty whilst being slapped with a dolphin.

After a day of meetings walking home last night in the sudden throat grabbing cold was really unpleasant.

The drugs help.  Hooray for drugs.  (If you gave me a Gary Sparrow portal to the past I could make a fortune selling parcetemol, ibruprofen and the Pill).

Anyhow, I’ve now lost most of January to being some kind of ill.