Well, denying illness only seemed to delay the onset. Dragged myself through to the end of the week, and then sort of collapsed when I got home on Friday evening, sleeping on the sofa and being pampered by the wonderful Mrs RC if I woke up.
I gradually got better over the weekend, and am now down to a bit of a sniffle and a tickly cough from time to time - nothing that a cough sweet can't deal with.
Tomorrow I have to visit Cambridge University for a meeting of some sort. Might be important, so I am hoping to keep the sniffles under control. Wish me luck!
Meanwhile, I have been brushing up on a few old songs for when the band has its first meeting. A few classics in there that will make for a fun time, at least for the band - those listening might not have so much fun :-) Nah, who wouldn't enjoy a lively rendition of Summer of '69?