How foolish was I to welcome the colder weather so that I could wear my winter clothes.
For with the warm woollies and boots comes the onslaught of colds and sniffles.
My nose has been running for days and my throat is prickling with anger at some germ or other that has had the cheek to take up residence in my body.
I feel as if my head will explode and take out all those in the immediate vicinity.
It’s the season of the super-bug which passes around and around and around my family before finally settling with me and saying something akin to ‘have a go if you’re hard enough’.
Which I’m not, I’m simply not. At this rate, I reckon I’ll be popping pills until the spring.