I really should keep my stupid mouth shut.
Today, I decided I was feeling slightly better than I have been recently, and made the fatal error of telling my wife so. Literally seconds later, I was blowing what appeared to be a melted brown-grey slug from my left nostril. The rest of the day I’ve spent with the left side of my head throbbing with headache, a sharp pain in my lung area when I breathe out heavily (yes, I realise there’s an obvious solution to that one) and a general feeling of being utterly clogged up with mucus and general horribleness.
That said, I got some brief but welcome respite from this awful feeling due to a bout of therapeutic laughter thanks to an innocent comment from my son on the Chelsea-Aston Villa game. As a keen watcher of nature documentaries, he’s obviously picked up certain terms that you wouldn’t ordinarily use in everyday life, terms he might not necessarily understand completely. So upon seeing one Villa player climb on the back of his floored comrade after the away side’s late equaliser, James delightedly pointed at the telly and loudly exclaimed “look – they’re mating!”
My wife and I struggled to stifle our giggles for pretty much a full minute. Highlight of the day, no doubt.
The common cold is proof that we live in a godless world.
That and all the wars.