The cold is getting better. The good news is that it has left me with a wonderfully deep and butch sounding voice. Kind of like Leslie Phillips and Terry Thomas, with an added bit of "Pot Noodle Horn" thrown in. I've been going round saying "Helloooooo" and impressing all and sundry with my masculine tones. I suppose I could have this kind of voice all the time, all I'd have to do is smoke 20 Woodbines a day.

(if you don't understand the reference to "Pot Noodle Horn" don't worry. The latest promotion for the "lumpy dried soup in a plastic cup - just add boiling water" which are Pot Noodles involves a suggestive voice asking questions like "Do you have the Pot Noodle Horn?", a reference to a competition of some kind.)