Oh bugger, or those nocturnal thoughts of mortality
I have caught a cold. You know how it is, you go to bed fine, (if a little late after a QIfest brought on by leopold-paula-b) and then you wake up in the middle of the night (4.10 to be precise) thinking "Oh God, I knew I should have had my booster vaccin, I have diphtheria, and that little membrane is slowly closing over the back of my throat even as I lie here...." but then reality creeps in and you realise that it's only a sore throat. Of course by the time I had been for a wee, taken a strepsil and got back into bed David was awake. He was worrying that he had inhalation pneumonia, after breathing in a spot of acid reflux. By the time I had reassured him that it wasn't actually necessary to call the SAMU I wasn't able to get back to sleep before my 5.30 alarm. This means that all day I have been trying to function with a brain with the consistency of liquid poo. I am definitely getting to bed early tonight!