This here is the last of my course of antibiotics for my flu. I am usually one of those people all the reports talk about – the ones who don’t take all of the antibiotics prescribed to them.
Good work me for finally managing to take pills for a whole week.
When I was flying back from Rotorua last week there was an agitated boy sitting directly behind who kept wailing “Quois Mama? Quois?” He thumped the plane wall and sulked about the trip he was going on.
He then proceeded to wheeze and cough the phlegmiest coughs for the duration of the flight – without covering his mouth.
I have a question for him! Why don’t you cover your mouth? I am so ill. I blame him.
(By the way, that medicine is the worst I have ever tasted, avoid).