Grand Hotel, well maybe not!

No gym again today, as I am still coughing. J dropped me in town as I wanted to go to Boots, to buy some pastilles for my cough. They cost me £2.99 for 10, but as I am getting desperate for a good night sleep, though it was worth a go.  I saw some buskers in town but couldn't be bothered to take any photos. I walked to the bus station and sat inside to wait for my bus. A lady sat besides me, and I had to cough, with my hand over my mouth, obviously   and she got up and walked away. Two minutes  later, a man sat down besides me, and again I had to cough. He got up, and walked away as well. I felt like a leper! The bus pulled in, and it wasn't very full, so I thought I would try one of my new cough pastilles. So far, so good, but five minutes into the journey, I had a tickle in my throat, and wanted to cough so badly i thought I was going to explode. It was a journey from hell, with me trying to suppress  the tickle. So much for the cough drops, and what a waste of money. I am glad to be home, and able to cough when I want. Oh dear, I think it will be another sleepless night.