It’s taken two weeks, but I’ve finally stopped coughing up viscous hunks of nastiness from the back of my throat.
So at lunchtime I took advantage of the watery winter sun and headed out for a run. I was wearing two polyprops, thick socks and gloves – and I still couldn’t feel my fingers. They reckon it is going to snow later tonight or over the weekend, the earliest cold snap for 17 years.
Tomorrow we head to Cardiff to watch the All Blacks prove their dominance over those woosie Northern Hemisphere lads. It’s a 5.15pm kick-off and they’re predicting a low of minus six degrees. The god of warm weather hates me.