I’ve learned three things over the last two days.
The first, is that drinking single malt whiskey does not cure heavy colds. It just breaks them earlier, and you still feel like shit.
The second, is that the place my wife and I intend to buy might actually be radioactive. I have this crazy image of sitting in a nice kitchen eating my cornflakes with a bright yellow radioactive suit on. At least they’ll see us coming…
Thirdly, another first, I’ll be doing an interview on Radio Sheffield a week this Sunday with a nice fellow who rang me up out of the blue whilst I was in the middle of this heavy cold. Dosed up to the eyeballs, I didn’t even realise the interview is on my birthday! Should be interesting though…