Back in Auckland, trying to dose a head cold with gin. I’m aiming for enough to protect my baby from germs, but short of making him drunk. On the bright side, I don’t have it as bad as Andrew:-
“Everyone knows man-colds are worse. I should probably be in hospital.”
“In fact, I think you should go straight there. I’m sure they’ll admit you immediately if you go to Casualty and explain the situation.”
“Yes. They’ll probably put me in intensive care.”
I think he’s decided to stick around and sneeze at me instead.