Just not shaking this damn cold. Still working, just not digging it. My life was considerably brightened by a visit from a Chimney Sweep yesterday. I’ve never had a Chimney swept, and it was all very intriguing to watch. When the brush got to the top of the stack, they asked me if I wanted to go outside and make a wish. I looked at them as if they were mental, but apparently it is traditional. Someone later suggested to me that it may have been the fine tradition of “guvnor, would you mind leaving the house for a moment whilst we rob the family silver?”.