Back home on a 3 week relaxation scheme? Nopes. More like planned 2 weeks of resolving things that have piled up in my 8 month absence and 1 week kept aside for incidentals. By incidentals I mean falling sick and one or two surprise invitations. One year I have spent in a city called London, and fingers crossed, I can say that I am immune there! A year when I was at my physical best, never lying down when not wanting to, almost. And I always had a feeling that my usual self will catch up with me as soon as I touch my home soil. And it did! I am floored by my old arch enemy! The common cold. Always on the lookut. Ever vigilant. Catching me on the sly and then tormenting me. Like a long lost and despaired lover, who I had injured once and who now and forever hungers for vengeance. Leave me be!