Thunder last night in London. I woke and found I appeared to have swallowed what felt like a cactus.

Dragging myself around today feeling ratty with swollen glands and sore throat. Few meetings today, mostly slogging at the dratted erections again. I am writing various role-play scenarios of men visiting their doctor. Will this torment never end...

Andy back after the birth of Delilah Grace, and looking cheery if somewhat tired.

A day with little else to recommend it. Bah.