… because I’m susceptible to tree pollen. And the willow tree in my back garden has burst out in pretty but pollen-full catkins.

I was sniffy and snuffly all the way to work this morning - I thought it was a cold at first, but Marion suggested hayfever, so I did some quick research and found out that March is the season for ash, elm and willow trees.

Despite being on seaside docks here in work, the symptoms didn’t abate… Until I realised that since I dried my cardigan on the line yesterday, it was probably reeking in pollen. I’ve since consigned it to the distant coat rack, and I’m not so bad.

I’ll have to dig out the anti-histamines tonight…