OK, if there's anything more annoying than a stinking cold that sneaks up on you and lays you low in the course of half an hour, I want to fucking know about it.

Eight o'clock last night, I was just fine - cooking dinner, getting the kids to bed...getting ready to settle down for the night.

By nine I was a snuffling, snivelling heap of snot and tissues. How the hell does that happen??

It's just about clearing now - in as much as I can actually walk away from the tissue box safe in the knowledge that I'm not going to have to run back to it to catch another sneeze.

I fucking hate colds!