The last stages of the disease known to its sufferers as "Livejournal Lurgy" have manifested in a horrid new symptom: I have lost my voice. I am like Mavis, the vain wannabe-opera singer who sneaks out to a talent competition and gets stranded in the rain in that Mallory Towers book - "Mavis can't sing, she can only CROAK!" I can only croak, and croak feebly at that. I am speechless!
If you know me in real life, you will realise what a terrible thing this is for me. Of course, it is possibly a good thing for all my friends.
I shall spend tomorrow reading Sherlock Holmes stories and waiting forlornly for my voice to return once more.