I is ill.

Oh woe me.

Ill as in a week of lido swims has finally caught up with me. I haven’t stopped sneezing all day.

Which all meant for low productivity.

I had work shifts from home. I wasn’t exactly dressed to impress, ladeees.

The best it got was a timid wander around the garden. The raspberry canes have started to flower since my week away in South London.

Anna’s prize fern that I was accused of killing is looking to be back in rude health. The pair that she has been attending to look in a worse state than me right now.

Maybe I should empty a watering can over my head to stop the sneezing.

I published the Newport Street Gallery photos during luncheon. The Koons exhibition is probably my cultural highlight of the year so far.

I then bashed out a Buzz piece to try and clarify some of the nonsense coming out of Cabinet last Monday.

More work, more sneezing.

The mad cat did a runner.

Email conversations turned towards the original korfball team from back in the day coming out of retirement for the summer tournaments.

My korfball knees were knackered back in 1995, let alone 21 summers later.

I sneezed through the Hampshire innings in the Royal London Cup to being Tuesday to a close.