I was a bit ratty on Friday morning, and got along to Customs to keep me honest. It may have been counterproductive, as I wheezed my way through the event, with the now-standard coughing and difficulty in getting my breath at the end, in my second ever slowest time of 30:15. For 5kms!!
Since then, well, I've slept a lot. Morning. Mid-morning snooze. Afternoon nap. Early to bed. Sleep in . . . . . and now the headache has also developed a close alliance with sore glands and a tender throat.
That's it from me. I'm back to bed.
That's my favourite word.
Goodnight.
(30+ !)