If you got a knitting needle, and poked it from your right ear through to the inside of your right nostril, and then heated it up so it was unbearably painful, but inside, in a place that was beyond reach of soothing with creams or lotions or pills or potions, being neither tooth nor sinus nor head nor earache but something horribly sharp and throbbing and constant between them all, so that the whole right side of the inside of your face and head felt like it was on fire or full of small workmen stabbing at the inside of your jaw, face, sinuses, eye socket, ear drum with tony ferocious pickaxes - and it hurt so bad and so persistently that even co-codamol horse tranquilisers failed to have any effect whatsoever… well, then you might be a bit cranky too. And you’d hope that people might forgive you for it.

But on the bright side, I really caught the sun yesterday, so at least I don’t look quite as horrible as I feel. On the other hand, that makes sympathy hard to come by.