We’ve now entered a sequence of pages I “drew ill”. This was the worst day. I held it together through the shivering and rivers of snot and quality didn’t suffer too badly. I wore my bathrobe over my clothes and tucked a hot water bottle down the front. You might ask, John, why did you not just go and watch an old film on the sofa? I found myself asking the same thing quite quickly. But sometimes it helps to have a distraction.