With all this talk of swine flu getting a grippe in South Africa, I find myself sick in bed. Not, I hasten to add, with swine flu. I’m not sure what it is; all I know is that I’ve been stuck here sleeping, watching old episodes of Deadliest Catch and sleeping while watching old episodes of Deadliest Catch.
I have been treated to the dancing nuns on the DSTV advert about 17 times, which has been nice (who doesn’t like dancing nuns) but I’m still feeling rather ropey.

More drugs are required because the long weekend ahead brings with it the promise of sunshine, the return of the football season and live international rugby at Newlands.

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