Cold has reached spasmodic cough-and-strangle stage, so familiar from Japan. It may all be post-nasal drip but boy is post-nasal drip spectacular. As in Japan, to be calmed only by water and sucking on a lozenge. (Oh days of trying to teach with a voice that cracks and disappears, how I do not miss you.) Compounded this morning by spectacular intestinal upsets shared by half the kids-- on the weekend, meaning they were here today-- and several of the replacement staff who all called at 8 am asking me to work for them. Upsets seem to be dramatic but brief; cold seems determined to last its full two weeks plus.
Determinedly cheerful, I expect the day's fast to have lost me a good two kilos.
Determinedly pessimistic, I note new raccoon poo on the roof. Next door says white vinegar and peppermint oil works. I'm sure it does, but I fancy next door has no sense of smell at all.