of 2013 and I've spent most of it prone in the company of an unwelcome cough. Only ASDA's astonishingly cheaper version of lem-sips have kept my boiler alight, so to speak. A hacking cough precedes me to such an extent I've become known as Chesty Dan on Saggy Aggy Street where I live. When I leave the house children flee. Pensioners cross themselves and turn away. Small dogs look up, alert, like they're in danger though the only danger they face from me is the possibility of being gobbed on. Jeeze? Wheeze more like. I'm so congested my voice sounds like an empty crisp packet unfolding slowly.
Tomorrow I'm going to work. Be churlish to keep this thing to myself. Hurr, hurr, hurr...
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You sound like me, Dan, cough cough.
Wishing you good health
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G, think I'm over the worst. Cough, splutter, urgh... Ah well.
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