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I have a cold.

I hate having colds.

They make me miserable, moody and mentally slower.

Everything seems to take longer to do and everything seems to hurt.

I’ve been quaffing Blackcurrant Lemsip all day and I still feel like a badger that’s run a marathon.

I came home hoping for sympathy, only to be told by my wife “I had an hours sleep last night and Mathew’s teething, so unless you’re dying of typhoid or something I’m really not that interested.”

So now I am cooking a curry. Nothing soothes a sore throat quicker than a steaming hot Madras. And you can use that in your adverts if you wish, curry people.

RC 25-11-19