I've actually worked it out. In the last 3 months, I've had 2 year's worth of colds.
How can this be? Surely my body isn't so decrepit that it can keep on letting in the bugs? I've been necking echinacea like it's vintage Veuve (I wish, for £2 a bottle!) and have been chewing my Bassetts 'soft and chewy vitamins for me and you...' like I'm having a Friday night Haribo-fest and yet, yet, I'm still bloomin' ill!
Oh to live in a warm, bright and light country where I would never catch a cold...
... I should have been born in the wild plains of South Africa (the non-violent area of course), as a child playing in the never-ending heat and sunshine, with monkeys and tigers as my friends... I'd set up my beautiful home with billowing handmade silk sheets strewn around rustic huts surrounding my open air bedroom, with nothing but the sound of exotic birds and animals to keep me from my dreamy sleep each night...
But no. I live in the reality of South Manchester, in November.
Cold, wet, miserable and dark.
From now on, you can call me Jane... now where's Tarzan with my cup of tea?
Ella xxx
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