When we really don’t have time for them, along come the germs and go – as always – straight to our chest. Asthma leaves us vulnerable to chest infections and the like, and we were tucked up in bed by 5pm yesterday with rattling lungs and raspy breath. We don’t have time to be ill so are busy keeping Beechams in business and upping our inhalers in the hope we can ward off anything more awkward than a wheeze. Truth be told, we will probably end up needing a course of steroids – our chest is nothing if not predictable – but we will delay that for as long as possible. Hot drinks, steam, inhalers, Venos Chesty (extra ordered from Amazon) and rest will hopefully do the trick but we are the worst patient – much patheticness, moaning and general flailing of limbs is pretty much guaranteed. And we don’t even have a box set saved up to die in front of. Apologies in advance.