Christmas is, among other things, a time for giving and receiving. In my case, it was being given kisses from numerous relatives and receiving a cold sore. Nothing makes you feel more attractive than a dose of herpes simplex on your lips. Pauline reckons she can’t see the big yellow crusty pustules on my face but I can feel them erupting from my mouth like giant roast pumpkins. Thankfully the zovirax is speeding up the process but I still haven’t left the house for two days. I blame my sister Katie as she was complaining about getting one on christmas day. I just hope it has gone in time for Woodford.