Just what anyone needs…with Christmas less than a week away. I’ve got a cold. My wife is giving me knowing looks but she just doesn’t understand. We men really do need to mope around bemoaning our lot. It is in the DNA. I’m sure I read that somewhere on the internet. So it must be true.

All I’m fit for is some light sketching. I even missed the works Christmas outing yesterday (private joke). So I must be at death’s door.

I think the best thing do is to get a cup of coffee and a mince pie – for medicinal purpose you understand.

How will I survive?