Having gone three years without getting a cold, I have suddenly been smitten rather spectacularly. I suppose it serves me right really for smugly accusing all my fellow colleagues of having 'man flu' over the last few winters...
Anyway, the result is that my head feels like it's full of cotton wool, and the rest of me feels like I have just done three rounds with the world champion kickboxer we will soon be featuring in our series of Bright Young Things.
Still, I've never been a believer in giving into colds. Better to plough on through I reckon - at least it takes your mind off it - and it's also the perfect excuse to collapse in the evening with one of those hot toddy things. Might look into that tonight.
Back on work stuff, I have been promising you a resolution to the gold debate for some time, so here it is... metallic spot! Now I am still getting to grips with precisely what this is, but our designers assure me it looks gorgeous, is far more tasteful than gold and is also a lot cheaper. So there we are...