illness inter alia

We entertained last night, Sarah and I. We had a cocktail party – obviously planned before my arrest. I was to be barman. I didn’t last the night, because my coughing cold has returned with a vengeance. I mixed everyone a round of cocktails then had to more or less retire. I’d taken two mersyndols and some heavy-duty cough suppressant, to little avail. Illness is very introverting, it’s hard to focus on government reshuffles or Beazley’s performance in opposition when you’re exploding into convulsions every few minutes, and god knows it doesn’t take much of an excuse for me to make the inward turn.