Friday, an appalling day, my throat so sore and closed, I spent the day in bed sucking throat lozenges and taking paracetamol. By the time night came around I was exhausted but the same pattern lasted all night.

Saturday arrives and at six o’clock I’m eating Greek yogurt and honey, desperate for something to eat that I can swallow. More paracetamol and then back to sleep. It’s going to be a long weekend. But as the Infinite Monkey Cage keeps pointing out, Things Can Only Get Better.