While Britain basks in the spring sunshine, the community is snuffling and sneezing its way through a cold. Thus we have the paradox: sunshine to cheer us up, sniffles to make us gloomy. There is no way to resolve this. Quietnun has opted for misery in the shadows and has retired from the fray with a large box of tissues, while Digitalnun has abandoned the keyboard to do a little gardening by the light of the midday sun. Harmony and the common life will return when the sun goes in and the sniffles cease. In the meantime, it’s a bad case of sarabaitism.