As if the stomach problem wasn’t enough: sore throat! But I’m not, you know, cranky. Just a bit impulsive in the napping department. Eh, make that more impulsive. There must be a feline gene experiment somewhere in my ancestry, there can be no other explanation. The island of Dr Moreau where everyone is dubbed into Swedish (rest assured, we only do this with children’s movies) and added computer-generated snow. (We don’t have snow now, it’s the middle of summer ffs.)