I had a sore throat while we were in Graz, and my stomach wasn't in its best shape either. However, after returning home, Ági started to show similar symptoms, so what she'd brought home before the journey - I got it from her, I reckon - but couldn't break out in Austria, now got her terribly. I hope Ági's illness passes as fast as mine did. Anyway, I'm still convalescing, and even though I worked out a bit this evening, I feel like a dizzy moth in a sauna. I don't want to blame my age for everything all the time, but time has an interesting effect on our bodies. Two-three decades ago, a couple of sleepless nights were not the end of the world. A good night's sleep did the trick, and I was as fresh as a daisy. However, last night wasn't enough to make up for the three nights in Austria, where the first two nights were okay, but the last was a real nightmare in terms of rolling around in my bed with eyes wide open. But let's not dwell on this, shall w...