Both Philippa and I seem to have made a remarkable
recovery from our colds. If I believed in miracles, I would call it miraculous.
Yesterday we were living in a pit of phlegm and misery, today we seem able to
breathe. It’s so weird that I’m starting to wonder whether the whole thing was
just a nasty, unpleasant dream. I’ve tried looking up info about colds to see
if there’s a 24-hour version you can get that your body is able to repel quite
quickly, but the article I started reading led me to a page about ‘Medical Warning
Signs No Middle-Aged Man Should Ignore’ and now I’m convinced I have
prostatitis, MS and malaria. The internet is a dangerous thing sometimes.
Anyway, it’s nice to know we can look forward to a
weekend of relaxation, clear tubes and happiness, rather than the coughing,
sneezing and aching I was anticipating.
I shall leave you with this Frightening Thought:
4 weeks ago today was Hallowe’en.
4 weeks from today will be Boxing Day.
RC 28-11-19
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