Sorry about that false dawn – seems I was sicker than I thought. Three days ago I decided I was well enough to go out for a walk, and after just four hundred yards I collapsed in the street, which was dead embarassing. First everything went orange then my legs wouldn’t hold me anymore. I was helped home by a young couple from Kosovo.
Unfortunately, I think the damage to my lungs caused by the extraordinary near fatal episode detailed in Murder in Samarkand, most likely an attempt to kill me, has left me less able to cope with routine stuff like flu. But I think I really have recovered now – I feel fine. I have lost just over a stone, which is probably no bad thing.
Nadira and Cameron are fine, neither show any signs of catching anything.