I was going to say:

‘This is the bit of getting ill I hate. The bit where the warning claxon of the sore-throat is sounding, but you’re waiting for the tedious hammer of the cold-proper to drop upon you’

Then I remembered that actually, I hate the bit where you have a cold, then I hate the bit where you’re gradually, slowly creeping out of cold-land. All of it. I despise being ill.

And I’m not afraid to whinge about it ;)