May 16th - Lurgy
Cold finally struck good and proper today, and I had such a blinding headache, which seemed impervious to drugs, that I took to my bed for a few hours in the afternoon. Slept fitfully in a sudoral mess and awoke feeling slightly less awful. Staggered out for a run in the evening into Bowmont Forest for the bare minimum 20 minutes.
Now too late for Crispin to find a replacement partner for the Boat Race, so I didn't bother telling him about the illness.
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