I feel terrible. Streaming cold. One blocked nostril. Deaf in one ear. Head filled with cotton wool. Constantly sleepy. Can’t think straight. Wow — this is what George Bush must feel like all the time. But apart from that interesting insight, the landscape is pretty grim from where I sit. At least it’s a reminder that I’m rarely unwell. I usually run on a Tuesday, but thought better of it today.… READ MORE.... …