The cold has almost gone (cheers, Ebbie, I'll try that) but the other day I completely shellacked an already shaky tooth* and today it had to come out. 65 quid and half my face a dribbling wreck. On top of that, I had a funeral this morning (a lovely old boy who used to come to our Memory Café), and, on top of THAT, Liverpool are going to get drubbed out of the Champions League tonight.

I'm having a kip now. Don't cross me, right?

*A dire warning to Brits: do NOT eat Jordan's Country Crisp with flame raisins. The raisins are almost as hard as date stones, which I didn't know. I do now. Just one unsuspecting bite on one of those is what demolished my tooth. Avoid!