You know those Tom and Jerry cartoons when the poor beleaguered Tom cops a cast iron frying pan to his head and the sound is a reverberating ding-g-g-g-g-g? Well I’m just getting over this pig of a cold which gives me this every morning when I wake up. It’s ripped through the three of us (poor Rose) and my in laws. It’s developed as its gone lasting for 2 weeks. I haven’t reached the tickly cough stage yet-I currently have a contralto bark. My wife, who has to do a fair bit of singing in her job has suffered the most but for those of us who are affected by the beast there is a distinct sense of injustice.
Best wishes, Steve.