Monday: Sound slightly hoarse (like a dodgy 1800-call-me phone operator). Put it down to the weekend’s partying.
Tuesday: Tell-tale pain in my chest.
Wednesday: Feels like someone is grating my trachea. Cough comes on.
Thursday: Go to the doctor. Chest infection (second in eight weeks) confirmed. €50 please. And €40 for antibiotics.
Friday: Groggy, bunged up, too cold, too hot, coughy, sneezy, grumpy.