Don't Bring Those Germs In Here, We've Got Plenty Of Our Own.
Felled, all three of us, by the mighty fist of...
... the cold bugs.
Mummy and the boy both sick as a dog and a pup yesterday, several requests coming in on my mobile phone to gather up baby safe antidotes whilst I was in that there big London place during the course of yesterday afternoon but not for me - no, for I was fine and dandy, until I stepped o'er the threshold chez nous just after eight last night, that is.
It appears the bugs made a beeline for my schnozzel and had me coughin' and splutterin' like a good 'un no more than half an hour later, and all over the spaghetti bolognaise I had masterfully set on-the-go. What the heck happened there ?
This morning I feel like someone's stuck me head in the middle of a haystack at the peak of hay fever season. Today, it feels more like an allergy to me than a cold and colds don't come on that quickly - do they ?
What if I'm allergic to the tissues I'm using ? As everytime I go to blow my nose, sneeze or wipe my eyes everything seems to get worse. What if one day we'll all became allergic to tissues, what would we blow into then ? We could all share one of Sir Tel's monickered real hankies, silk no doubt, worth a fortune on eBay I bet.
There's only one thing for it, ten extra lines on the lottery tonight, don't ask me why.
Show time will be ok though, there's the magic of adrenaline to rely on. Good for when you're bad but leaving you all the more knackered when it wears off.
See if you can spot the sniffle.