The annoying thing is that it always seems to happen just as I'm about to go away. As soon as I let on to the world that I'm going somewhere for a few days all the cold bugs in the vicinity decide to bear down on me with only one thought in mind. 'Make the old bugger suffer!'
At the moment it is just my throat and I don't feel down in myself, but I'm sure that will change before the week-end. Soddit soddit soddit.