I'm having...

a bad face day.

So the only thing for it is to do my best "Cousin IT" impression, or put a paper bag over my head. Not to worry - it's bedtime - I will soon be surrounded by darkness and Corin won't have to suffer it any longer.

Cold sore. Not had one for about 12 months. Usually a sign that I am run down or stressed. Bingo on both counts.

Don't anyone tell me that it probably isn't as bad as it feels.

It is. It's horrible and it does nothing for my self confidence.

With that, I am off to read the autobiography of Stephen Fry. That's bound to cheer me up. Right?