Today I collapsed in the cold air of a British Summer.

I'd only cycled a few minutes ride into the village when I suddenly felt a rush of cold air circling inside the back of my head and a sick feeling spread across my stomach.

I felt a bit better when I got out of the breeze and into the warmth of Tesco's to do my shopping and even mustered enough strength to complain to the manager about their stocking of Israeli samphire as "local produce".

Then as I cycled along the road for the return trip, the sick feeling came back, the pain in my head got worse, spreading across my eyes and I felt like a screaming banshee of cold air was whirling angrily around inside my head.

I thought I was going to expire in the road and that would be the end of my story.

However, I managed to stagger through the door and collapse into bed, begging concerned partner for hot flannels to wrap around my head, which he worriedly provided along with 2 duvets and 2 hotwaterbottles.

But before I got home, with my head pounding along with the peddles, all I could think of was that at least I'd managed to do one good thing for Palestine before I died.