It's just not the same...

...as being there! I had already got my boots on ready to go to the Fife derby when I realised that I did not feel good - probably the virus that's been lurking around my system. I'd been resisting it for the last few days but it finally got a foothold.

So I stayed in, made myself a sort of nest on the sofa and kept up with the action via the DAFC live text updates; normally I would have listened to the entertaining Open All Mikes on the Gaelic radio frequency, but for some reason there was a religious service by the Wee Frees on instead. (Oh, maybe it's Sunday).

Several cups of redbush tea went down well, but didn't fancy anything to eat. An early night is indicated.