Not yet Sam Sparrow

I nearly needed Sam Sparrow's services today. A cloud of Saharan sand has blown in. It is line-dancing beside London pollution, continental pollution, early pollen and a late head cold. The result wasn't pretty. I stayed indoors until 8pm so that wasn't too bad. Then I headed to Ipswich. Somewhere along the A12 my lungs decided not to play. I was rescued at the Little Chef and whisked to the coast for the sea air to cure me or finish the job quickly. At one point I thought it was 50/50. Anyway, all's well that ends well. Sam Sparrow can go out of business for all I care. ;0)