I don't believe I've ever before posted about the common cold. Now's the time. Otherwise how could I ever make good on the claim that all human life and experience gets a look-in at normblog? I could not. And anyway a person has to be able to moan gently about the injustices of life.
Two weeks ago, shortly before my departure from Israel, I felt a tickle in my throat and had thoughts not suitable to be posted on a respectable family blog as to what the immediate future probably had grinning down its cheeky nose at me - nose being in the vicinity of the schnenck. I was therefore quite pleasantly surprised to find that what came on, in the event, was altogether mild and left me able to breathe and to think, and even to walk around south Manchester in the late afternoon with my head held high. Like Julie Andrews, I felt 'I must have done something good'. Until two days ago. This sneaky, scheming, dishonest variant of the common cold is one that reverses the normal order of things, not blossoming after two or three days, but lurking mildly for two weeks so as to give you the impression of being nothing that need slow you down, only to break out when it should be taking its leave and hit you with a thick head and a horrible chesty cough.
Were I not such a temperate, good-humoured and sunny-natured soul, I would be lodging a loud complaint with... someone. Come to think of it, I am lodging a loud complaint. This I could have done without.