The Snoots

Seriously, last night was the worst night's sleep I can remember: I reckon the dry cough that plagued me during the day woke me up every five or ten minutes. Plus I was doing that thing where you're shivering one minute and baking hot, yet wrapping yourself up in blankets, the next.

Somehow, though, my body clock overrode all that, such that I was at school for an eight o'clock meeting, had lunch with a client, and managed to go to Dan's subject review after that. Actually, the lunch at the Snooty Fox was very good. Maybe, finally, for the first time in ten years, the pub is back in good hands.

After Dan's subject review, I went home and crashed out on the sofa for maybe an hour, and then woke up to a coughing fit that was suddenly, well, shall we say "substantial" rather than dry. I immediately felt better and decided to head down to see the Minx although, sadly, I crashed out almost as soon as I got there.

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Still bloody reading: 'Manchester Stories' (If I'm not done with it by, say, Sunday, I'm giving up.)