I have an cold coming. A slow, insidious bug of some kind intent on taking its time. Having spent too long in a freezing cold meeting room on Thursday, I had a sore throat by Friday… and now, it’s got worse. The minor sore throat now feels like I have pebble-dashed the inside of my neck with gravel. I have an extra touch of Barry White in the tone of my voice – and a gathering feeling of congestion. I hate this sort of stuff… I really do.