Last Saturday I made a rare safari into deepest darkest London.
Whilst enjoyable this may have been an error on my part because I have now developed a virulent man-cold that has London Underground stamped within, and is, even as I type, mutating rapidly towards the more deadly killer form. It could well be that three days in the humid heat of a darkroom will banish the malaise, but experience makes me doubtful.
Therefore it’s possible that I may have to miss the planned expedition to the high peaks on Monday.
Please check the Sunday Times for my obituary.