Being of the morbid school of thought, I always say that any illness has a 50% chance of killing me - either it kills me or it doesn't. I know I'm a nutter, but that actually cheers me up whenever I'm a bit under the weather ;-). If I die I'll know why, and if I don't I'll be at work tomorrow!

The local propaganda in my neck of the woods says that the piggy-plague is just a normal flu with a scary name, and that it has killed only 10% of the people it needs to kill to match the ordinary flu in an average year. That may of course all be wretched lies, but it makes me smile. Actually it probably IS a lie, since it's the official story from the national papers.

Anyway, my preferred cold and flu cure is blankets and TV, both in large helpings, and chicken soup if I can get it.