Sniff, sniff, drip, drip, attichoo

It’s a long time since I’ve had such a miserable cold.

Mr C bought me some Lidl tissues with “protective balsam”, and a bunch of grapes. I’m grateful.

Even this easy read “The Convenience Store Woman” is too much for me. I would do my knitting but my arms (and everything else) ache, so i’m Going to switch on Masterchef and hope those shouty men don’t get on my nerves.