There were all these things I was going to do with my week off (apart from watch/listen to a lot of tennis). I knew I’d be fine because I’d get a lot of sleep and wouldn’t have to do much.

At least, that was the theory. In practise yesterday’s random asthma has turned into a cold and sore throat. I don’t have a blocked up nose, but the rest of me feels bad enough to make up for it.

So everything will have to be wait and I’m just hoping I’ll feel well enough to go to Collectormania on Saturday, not least because I’ve paid for some bits of it already. I really wish I was the sort of person that sleeps when they’re ill, because at least then I wouldn’t feel like this.