I should record the date, like those 'first cuckoo of Spring' letters that used to appear in the Times. I've got my first cold of winter. Expenditure on Kleenex and Lemsip through the roof. Feeling miserable. Snuffly. Pathetic. Moping about, making Mags' life grim. Typical bloke.
Feel better today. So am on the mend. Looking forward to getting out for a run again. That's a good sign.