Tuesday 7th January

Despite spending quite a large portion of yet another day sleeping I am beginning to feel better.  If anything the coughing has got worse, but I don’t feel so wretched all the time.  I feel I am surfacing like some old grey narwhal from the Antartic depths of winter, spring may still be some way off but I can feel the ice sheets cracking.

I cannot remember ever feeling so poorly before with a cold, but that may be a part of our defence mechanism that we don’t really remember pain for that long.  It wasn’t even so much the physical symptoms as just a general feeling of misery and depression and oldness creeping over one like some dead blanket.

Well, I have decided to take tomorrow off and work on Friday instead.   Hopefully one more day in the warm may shake off the worst of the cold this time.

Hope so, anyway.