Sniff. Cough. Urg. And I

Sniff. Cough. Urg.
And I have to give a talk tonight to the assembled masses of Ferring. Plus ready myself for a very long day tomorrow.
I’ll be very surprised if my weight-loss programme has reached its goal by tomorrow’s weigh-in – sugary cold remedies are not good for that sort of thing, plus I’m inclined to feed myself properly whilst I’m ill.