When you are feeling unwell and down in the dumps, sometimes you crave comfort food, like chocolate or thick soups with crusty bread. I grave comfort reading. When I was struck down with Man Flu last week, I huddled amongst the bed clothes and managed to find the strength to reread some of some my old favourites. I settled on John Mortimer’s “Rumple and the Penge Bungalow Murders” and P G Wodehouse’s “Code of the Woosters”. Lovely! A few hours of harmless well written fun, keeping the nasty real world at bay for a bit at least.