Beechams profits go up

I don’t know if was the trauma of the thought of spending a damp night in the Wiltshire bush with me , or a night of rich food ,drink and bonhomie at The Wincanton Clarkes or the sadness of being home alone last night while I went to see Spring Awakening (for the second time – I love it , even though we probably were the oldest members of the audience ), but poor old John is in bed with manflu .