Prudence has a cold. It arrived several days ago in the form of razor blades in her throat.
It quickly spread to snuffled-up sinuses, achey joints, blocked ears and general grumpiness.
Four days down the track it doesn't seem to be improving, necessitating a day off work, and - horror of horrors - a trip to the doctor.
Prudence enjoys such rude health that she doesn't have a doctor to call her own. So, this morning, with Yellow Pages balanced on her knees and a box of tissues in reaching distance, she started called surgeries to beg for an appointment.
And eventually got one. Prudence does hope this new doctor sees fit to give her a couple of days off work.