Drowning in a sea of snot;
weighed down by a ten ton headache;
haven’t got two thoughts to rub together to make one decent idea.
“Just a summer cold”.
Sounds so slight and light as the feather escaping from my duvet;
Just a bit of a shiver and snuffle.
Certainly not this galumphing, red nose, piggy-eye monster.
One of life’s lessons I guess, to teach me not to stray away into foreign Southern lands.
Catch up later when sentience returns…if ever!