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Woke up at 5am this morning with streaming eyes, sinus pain and a weird poem about Brighton running through my head. It went something like:

When I think of one-night-stands
And the awkward stiffness of lying awake
by someone you barely know if you ought to want to know
I always think of Brighton
I don't know why
I've never had a one-night-stand in Brighton

I think

Eventually (about 5.30am) I had to get up for cold cures and languishing on daybeds (it was miserable) so I've brought my streaming cold into work today and planned on infecting everyone. Except no-one's here but me! Boy, do I feel like a fool.

Things which may briefly lift your spirits:

Chilled diamond-themed mashups from DJ Earworm.

Orchids and their odd relationship with tiny perfumed iridescent bees.