My head, a bucket of mud. That's how it feels. With an occasional eruption of coughing from my chest, like a tiny horse is trapped between two of my ribs. Head, mud, horse, cough. That's me.
I've had more colds in the last 18 months that I had in my whole life before then. And it's your fault - yes, you. All the students I've met in all the schools across the country. You've all been saving up your germs for me then presenting them, gift-wrapped, direct to my upper respiratory tract.
So you could say that I'm under the weather, except that the weather has been so bad I've been googling Noah to get a quote on my own ark.
But on the bright side, my sister and her new husband are off to Bali on their honeymoon today! Congratulations again, Sophie and Michael. Hope I didn't offend too many people at the wedding, or at least that I offended everybody equally.