Like the title says, I hate this cold I have.
I'd have hoped I was heading it off on Monday night when I took Airborne as soon as I could feel that little tickle in the back of my throat. Unfortunately, although I seem to be moving reasonably rapidly through the symptoms, I still have them.
In response to J.K. Rowling's recent
comments about folk not being allowed to have sex near unicorns, I'm writing about Harry and Hermione sneaking off to the meadow for some private time together. There will be unicorns. Voyeuristic unicorns.