Thank you, Humph

I’ve spent the past couple of weeks sharing my life with some malignant bug that has left me feeling weak and pathetic on those relatively rare occasions when I’m not rushing to the loo. It’s not exactly been a barrel of laughs, apart from the long sleeps which have been accompanied by excitingly strange and vivid dreams. They’ve been a bit like being on drugs. Also, the cat Nelson has been a brick, spending much of the time on the bed curled up at my feet, a true friend and companion in time of need.

I’ve written before about how music doesn’t seem to work when you are suffering from depression. I’ve now also discovered that it’s not much use when one is more generally unwell. I received a digital radio for my birthday for bedside use, and thought I would pass the days drifting in and out of sleep to the strains of theJazz, the irritatingly monickered new DAB station that has been broadcasting test transmissions since Christmas but which formally launched over the Easter weekend.