Just at the moment, everyone at my place is sick. Nadia has the flu (though not of the swine variety) and Tom probably has whooping cough. We await test results on the latter. It is a house pervaded by the smells of ointments and unctions, and its somewhat steamy too, as I bought a vaporizer to help sooth Tom's machine-gun cough. There's also the sense of tissues jammed in every cranny, of food left uneaten and plans for the long weekend dashed.
But it is winter, after all. Wouldn't it be worse in the summer?
No comments:
Post a Comment