I officially start my new role tomorrow; and I've got a stinking head cold. I feel grotty. I know it's only a cold, nothing serious. But I am stuffy-nosed and sore-throated, and terribly tired, and the front of my face aches. Miserable condition; and not the way one wants to be when about to start a new job.
I try to console myself, in my lunch break, with planning my May holiday. I haven't yet booked any time off, but I can still day dream about going back to Crete, or back to Paxos, or that peculiar place on the north coast of Lesvos where there was nothing but a huge black sand beach and a few tavernas... Outside the office window now a fine white sleet is drifting on the wind, and the thought of the sunlit mountains and shining seas of Hellas comforts me as I resign myself to February in England.