I have been intensely boring for the last 2 days, with a head so light it barely stayed attached to my neck. All I did was read a spy novel in the terrific Julia Probyn series by Ann Bridge. Written in the 1950s & '60s, & set in very well-described places—Switzerland, Scotland, Portugal & elsewhere—the characters are British, well-educated & smart. They really hate "Commies" but the books only seem dated in the casual privilege of the well-off main characters in dealing with everyone else, servants included, who of course worship them. I don't mean to be mocking, because I really enjoy this series & will be sad when I've run through all 8. I always & only read spy novels when I'm sick.