I’ve been a broken woman during the past week. There have been tears and tissues, sighs and broken sleep.
No, I’m not heartbroken, but hit in the face with a year’s worth of pollen – or at least that’s what it feels like.
It seems the trees, the grasses and the flowers have all conspired to release their poison at the same time and in my general direction, making breathing an issue and outdoor exercise an impossibility.
The situation was only improved by the rain at the end of last week.
As a girl who’s solar-powered I don’t often like it when it’s grey and rainy, but when the other option is coughing, spluttering and sneezing, I welcome it.
I just wish there was a cure for hay fever.