I should have known. All the signs were there to be read. The weekend is round the corner. There are no particular plans ahead (except for meeting up with that Gozitan author) and I was looking forward to do some window shopping on Saturday and some “rien de tout” on Sunday. And just as I had counted my last chicken – the sneeze. Followed by the running nose, the Darth Vader Breathing and the drowsiness. Lovely.