It takes a lot for me to give up, give in.  But I must.

I’ve been suffering a heavy cold since last Thursday and one more sleepless night of coughing and spluttering has left me tired, real tired.

See those basset eyes?  That’s what mine look like.

I’m off back to bed for a while and will reconvene with the wider world later and blogging tomorrow.  I’m aiming for a spot of photo study in town tomorrow.  If the rain holds off and I can stop coughing long enough to hold the camera still.

She's right you know....

Don’t worry though, it IS only a cold.  Not bird flu or swine flu or any other sort of flu.  It may be a human version of kennel cough (if there is such a thing).

Thank goodness my father brought me industrial quantities of Beechams powders when he came over last.  I swear by them as the only remedy for colds and the like.  I feel comforted by the little powder in the papers that you sprinkle into water before drinking.  Beats swallowing a couple of capsules.

I hasten to add that my fascination with white powders in slips of paper stops there.

Just don’t breath too close to this blog post – you might catch something you don’t want.

I look better than her - what a cheek!