Last week, Panu was struck down by the man-flu. Even more heinous than the dreaded ‘lurgy, man-flu targets the manliest of men, reducing even the strongest of the breed to whimpering, coughing, spluttering messes. At 6am on a Saturday morning.

6am on a Saturday morning indeed. My sleep-in very much disrupted, I wondered what people did at 6am on Saturday mornings. And my unusually alert little mind struck gold: go to The Grounds of Alexandria.

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