V's mother, a doctor, says what I have is the Crud that V and the rest of the family have. Productive cough, malaise, semi-feverish feeling. And me I thought it was allergies aided by unsettled weather. For sure my knees have suddenly gone ballistic after their well-behaved weekend.
This may be why I've abandoned the Japanese version of Red Girls with its uninspiring description (in difficult kanji) of an iron-smelting town, for the pleasures of Alan Bradley's Flavia de Luce. I don't *want* to fall into a series-- it's too easy-- but malaise excuses much. Also I note that this series was begun when Bradley was 69, which should give one hope. Yes he'd been writing stories all his life and yes he took early retirement to write screenplays: but it's still a jump from that to Flavia.