Sniffs (repeatedly)

Halfway through April, and halfway through the Easter Holidays.
And I have a cold.
On top of hay fever, I have a cold.
What I have done to deserve this, I know not; maybe some past-life shit that has picked now to leap up in a karmic frenzy and unleash itself upon my senses.
Anyway, at the most inconvenient time, when we are lashed to the hilts with visitors, I feel like there is mud in my head and my nostrils are as inflamed as a rugby player's earlobes.
This is not fun.

RC 14-4-25