My throat is semi-itchy and sore. So is my nose. My voice is husky - quite a change from the normal soprano shrill. Water isn't quite quenching my frequent thirst. I don't feel too great, and I'm snapping at everyone in sight - more so than usual. [Shut up, Dave. I've acknowledged it, okay?! Get out of my head.]

Do you suppose I'm sickening for a summer cold?

I can hear Mum now. "See? All those toxins! You should have gone on that cleansing diet! Clean out all the poisons in you. Have you been taking your vitamins? No? Aiyoh, why not?! See-lah, your immune system is down."

No biggie. Now is a good time to be sick.