Sleepless in C-attle

When I went to bed at 1:30 this morning, I knew that the only way I was going to survive would be to climb into my 4-season sleeping bag and then wrap myself in my 13.5 tog duvet. I still spent most of the night awake and in pain. My throat is so sore that, in my half-asleep state, I kept thinking I must have stabbed myself in the neck, possibly as some kind of protest against the rising cost of chocolate.

Breakfast this moring consisted of "Tomato Rice Soup" which I'm told is a well-know American dish. It was jolly good for something that came out of a can. A bit like my past.