It's Not Easy Being Green

I don't get sick very often.

Months of living in Sydney in a freezing cold, furniture-free house where I'd wake up literally able to see my own breath? No problem.

Regular travel on public transport, where you're never further than a few feet from the mucoid hacking of a flu-ridden commuter? Not so much as a sniffle, thanks.

Then my daughter goes back to school and within a couple of days I'm giving Neil a run for his money ...



Next week I'm starting work on my thesis to prove conclusively that the Black Death wasn't spread by rats but by kids coming home from daycare centres.