Colds and flu.
How come when you have a cold, you go deaf?
I had one this week that was a real cracker. Started off in my throat, went to some bit behind my breast bone then ended up in my head and blocking my ears. It was as if there was a cotton wool worm slowly boring in through the holes in my face.
Colds shouldn’t be called colds, they should be called crud-itis. Where does it all come from? I even had to have a day off school because I felt so rubbish. Having a day off when you’re ill isn’t much fun though because you’re too rubbish to do anything. Ellie skyped me and said she’d make copies of Science notes whereas Ruff…Ruff wrote me a poem.
Virus, virus, stone the crows,
Where you come from goodness knows.
Sneezing, coughing, snotty nose,
leaving snail tracks on my clothes.
One of the last great Romantic poets is Ruff.
PS. You can listen to the first chapter of Obsidian pebble now too here. PODCAST