I was feeling rather unwell last week, flu like symptoms, aches and pains so I brought forward my usual osteopath appointment. When I was there he mentioned that I had a rash on my back. Next day it was all over me. On my head, behind my ears, typical chickenpox rash. Doctor confirmed this yesterday but too late for anti-viral drugs. Got to stick it out. But how the hell did I get it? Though I better tell my next door neighbour as they have a two and a half year old. Turns out he had been unwell a few weeks ago, around the time he came running into our front garden and grabbed my hand (he really is a cracking little 'un). Now his mother tells me that both she and her brother were carriers of the virus although never fully developed it themselves so she may have passed this party trick onto her son. Not fair people, I'm 65 next year, far too old for childish illnessess. No more Speckled Hen for me, going to go for something with hops in it instead of squashed fowls. Please feel free to pass your sympathies onto me as I'm going to have to give The Old White Horse a miss tonight.