Apologies for the recent radio silence: Eoin and I are dealing with a veritable Hydra of illness at the moment. As soon as we chop the metaphorical head off one bug, another springs up to take its place. I hesitate to describe a cold as flu, as I know this is a pretty heinous exaggeration, but whatever leapt up and bit me this evening feels like it’s flu’s close personal friend. It even has the fun aches and chills: thanks for that, bug! You’re a pal. Eoin isn’t saying too much about it all, but he’s snuffling and sniffing ominously.
I’m sure this will all calm down soon, but for the moment, all I can do is apologise, and promise that we shall be returning you to your regularly-scheduled ramblings as soon as possible.