Woke up in the night with a temperature and a raging sore throat, and stuff moving around inside my nose.
I think I have a cold. The timing is, as ever, terrible.

Always the way, isn't it?

Now that I'm off work I'm paranoid about getting the cold, to the extent that when I saw my runny-nosed nephew drinking out of my pint glass normally reserved for Coke, I went and scrubbed it with boiling water - the pint glass, not my nephew