Oh I’ve had enough of this.
This damn cold has morphed into the Cough from Hell.
It peaks in the early hours and annoys the neighbours: Nessum Dorma without the singing.
Oh it’s painful. I have gained some relief from a whole bottle of whisky in the past two days,
and I’m totally dosed up with any chemical sprays and lozenges I could find in our kitchen drawer,
which is currently sponsored by Beyer, as far as I can tell.
I’m going into the greenhouse to breathe on some aphids.
On the upside, I’ve now qualified to represent Great Britain at the World Coughing Championships in Rome later this month!!!!
Not since my sister was runner-up at the Miss European Fire Exit finals in Helsinki in 1982 has our family been so honoured....