Obviously my lil glimmer of relative wellness couldn’t last.

I find myself in bed, fully dressed, under 2 duvets, 2 blankets and with a hot water bottle.

And a hat too.

I’ve stopped shaking at last and my legs aren’t spasming ( actually they just started ).

As it wasn’t fair to ask Dani and Lily to stay in, they’ve gone out to Mark and Sam’s house without me, with my absolute blessing.

There was a time when I didn’t feel the cold. I had these  rules – at 11 degrees C.  I would  wear no shirt when out running or kayaking. Below 6 degrees I’d wear long sleeves and below 3 sometimes a hat in the boat. At this moment it’s probably way over 21 and my teeth occasionally chatter like a cartoon character.

Man of Steel replaced with Sickly Specimen…

I expect nothing less now, so normal is this occurrence.

But look on the bright side – tomorrow, with a bit of luck I’ll just go back to being a regular paraplegic…..

Good to see Ali and meet all the boxers for this year’s Park Club boxing, in aid of the NSPCC.  I did all their visual screening – there are rules about vision standards in the Ring.

Please buy a ticket or ten ( £30 each from the Park Club Acton website ).

Its on March 19th and depending on what happens to me next I’m hypothetically attending.

There’ll be famous names from Boxing ( all surprisingly gentle people ) ring girls who opt to wear virtually nothing, and Sky TV – so you absolutely could be on the telly.

Perhaps see you there?