Off work, the slight cold I've been harbouring since being bitten has come back full on, with a vengence 
I'm slightly deaf, can hardly breathe, but, surprisingly, my throat isn't sore. So, as colds go, it's not the worst.
Interestingly, it's the first cold of the year, as far as I can see in my diary. Which, if you know me and ailments over the last few years, is a bit of a record.
Off to bed, lemsips in hand. Don't want to be like this come the weekend, it's Phil's stag do after all 
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