It's not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in
This time last week a sore throat started - one of those once-in-a-decade ones that make your ears hurt too. I remember sitting bolt upright in bed at about 3 am as part of a dream that I'd swallowed a sharp sword. I stayed off work but by Wednesday enough was enough, thank you very much, and the doctor prescribed antibiotics which seem to have done nothing apart from giving me an upset stomach. Voice is now about 50% effective so it remains to be seen whether I shall be able to teach from 8.30 - 6.00 when I go back on Monday. :bark: :bark:
Sahib is entirely to blame as he went down with it first. We cough in counterpoint now. The fridge is full of Yakult and fresh orange juice and this morning the lady in the post office sold me a jar of local honey which she swears will do the trick. Even if it doesn't, it tastes nice.
Which reminds me, I saw the most enormous bumble bee yesterday, several weeks earlier than last year. It was buzzing so loudly as it dawdled by that I heard it through the window pane. Hooray!
I find daytime TV complete anathema when I'm forced to stay at home, so have spent most of my waking hours immersed in the Lymond Chronicles again, being too befuddled to tackle any OU work. There's a Dunnett Day at Wolfson College in June, and I think I'll go along now that I'm a signed up member of the Dorothy Dunnett Readers' Association (soon to be renamed the Dorothy Dunnett Society).
Sahib is entirely to blame as he went down with it first. We cough in counterpoint now. The fridge is full of Yakult and fresh orange juice and this morning the lady in the post office sold me a jar of local honey which she swears will do the trick. Even if it doesn't, it tastes nice.
Which reminds me, I saw the most enormous bumble bee yesterday, several weeks earlier than last year. It was buzzing so loudly as it dawdled by that I heard it through the window pane. Hooray!
I find daytime TV complete anathema when I'm forced to stay at home, so have spent most of my waking hours immersed in the Lymond Chronicles again, being too befuddled to tackle any OU work. There's a Dunnett Day at Wolfson College in June, and I think I'll go along now that I'm a signed up member of the Dorothy Dunnett Readers' Association (soon to be renamed the Dorothy Dunnett Society).