A Taste Of Honey

I have a rather annoying cough at the moment. You know, the one where you have a tickle in your throat and spend an annoyingly long amount of time letting out little coughs that won’t go away.

Most annoying.

I always call these coughs “anti-theatre coughs” because you’d last about five minutes in a small theatre if you were coughing like that before you annoyed everyone in sight and were asked to leave.

Theatre featured again as I made myself a lemsip and realised that I was drinking it ignoring the mug’s handle and was instead wrapping both my hands around the cup to gain maximum warmth, a bit like an actress in a kitchen-sink drama about real people in real situations.

Which I don’t want to resemble.

I’d much rather be Maggie the Cat.