I went to the doctor and guess what he told me, guess what he told me.

"You might have TB". Sinead never sung that did she? In with a bullet.

It's true. Apparently, as well as the throat infection (thankfully gone) I have something else wrong, but we know it isn't glandular fever. According to my blood test results, I have 'unusual lymphatic activity'. Who knew?

I'm now waiting on a call from the hospital inviting me to have my chest bombarded with radiation to help rule out the possibility that I caught a respiratory disease while I was on holiday in the 1950s. Marvelous.

I'm off to Wolverhampton to sing some songs. I'm performing at a friend's birthday party tomorrow night. I might buy a new t-shirt.