I've just entered week three of the 48-hour cold I caught between Christmas and New Year.
Now I know He's omnipotent and everything, but I can't help feeling that, if I were God, I'd have given colds a miss. Colds and cats and athlete's foot: they're just not necessary. If I were Him, I'd have taken an extra day off instead, or spent a bit more time back at the old drawing-board, trying to sort out the total mess that is the human knee. Don't get me started on knees.
Talking of design faults in the human body, here's something I've noticed since I've had my cold: have you ever tried blowing your nose into a handkerchief using only one hand—while you're driving a car, for instance? I know it doesn't sound like much of a big deal, but I've discovered it's impossible. It can't be done.
Try it, if you don't believe me.