I think a small hedgehog has crawled into the back of my throat and curled up to hibernate there. It can't be a baby hedgehog, I'm sure their spines would be softer. But I'm not here to complain, just to observe that my workplace rewards those who bring viruses to work with a smile on their face but penalises those who keep their germs to themselves.
In happier news, it seems that everything about 2023 was hotter than any previous year ever since the dawn of mankind. That's good then, it'll cut down on heating costs etc. 
Look at this lovely smiling tree wanting to hug the sun in its open arms.
I'm developing a plan for yesterday's Banksy, but I need people who know what they're doing . . .