I went to church this morning and had to retreat twice to the vestry to cough. I should have remembered how singing shakes up the crud in my lungs. Fortunately, the congregation isn’t there for entertainment, so they don’t mind the disturbing racket.

Remembrance Day is tomorrow, and I don’t know yet if I’ll do the parade. I’m still coughing, of course, and the weather forecast is not promising: 60 percent chance of rain, and a high of 14°C. I’d rather have dry, and a bit colder. I was planning to wear my Burberry raincoat because I can wear my Victory in the Cold War medal on it, but in a high of 14° it will be too warm. I hate sweating under a woollen beret when I can’t scratch my scalp or wipe the trickle off my face.