Cold

This week I’ve had an utterly vile cold.  Not flu (or man-flu) just a vile cold which was a full-on joy of snot and sneezing.

Last week was a long one – two days work, a drive to Manchester, two days in the absolutely effing freezing offices of the company up there, driving home, and then a very long Friday involving popping in to work on a day of leave to get stuff sorted, then down to London for the night, including a  truly shit night’s sleep. I think it knocked my resilience down a lot, and the cold was the result.

It’s all over now, and all I’m left with is the remnants. A cough, and a nose that makes me look like a leprous coke-addict.

What is it about colds, and particularly tissues? We really still can’t come up with something that doesn’t end up abrading your nose like sandpaper after wiping away a day of snot?  (And don’t even try mentioning bloody “tissues with balsam” – they still do the same) I don’t know, maybe microfibre cloth or something – but there’s got to be something better than the current “technology”, surely?

So yes, this weekend is brought to you by a lack of snot, and a prevalence of ‘orrible flaky skin all round my nose. Lovely.