Wednesday June 18, 2008
It’s not fair. Graham had his cough/cold, and now he’s out of it. Me? Guess. You got it. I have been visited with the most appalling gungy cough. Last night was dreadful. Today has been dreadful. I think I can detect the first signs of turning the corner but I’m not counting chickens. Oh. Mmmm! Chicken soup!
“What on earth has happened to your feet?” Graham asked as we got out of the car this evening.
“I can’t get down to put my socks on without coughing,” I said.
“Sometimes I despair of you.”
“No need for despair. It’s just socks.”