School's out! Finally reached the end of term, after bringing in a sick note for the nasal equivalent of Hoover Dam flu, the osteopathic mirror of a shivering skeleton flu. Then three days in a monastery escaping from crocodile pits with two planks, two crates, a metal pole and play-acting my life. This wasn't a result of hallucinogenic over-ingestion of Lemsip Max Cold and Flu, nor was it something that happened in Narnia.