King

The cold that has been bubbling away, with low level persistent sniffling but never coming to anything finally blossomed into the full headache, snotting and coughing fits. It was the coughing and the being awake that really did it. So I cried off the cycling to work, and the work, and slept 'til 10, dealt with some emails and then slumped with Dr No.

Then to the school nativity for the weans' singing. Short but very heavy on the religiosity. I mean, I know it's Christmas and the nativity and everything but still there's no need to keep bringing Jesus into it.

Back to the sofa and more slumping. I'm sending my emissary to the pub instead of going myself. Bond number 2 would be From Russia With Love.