My bronchitis is driving me insane. After a massive coughing fit and the discovery that I had only one remaining Butter Menthol with Lemon & Honey (aka bliiiiiiiiisssss) I drove down to Woolworths to buy some more.
At the self serve I was trying to discretely hack up a lung when the stranger next to me leant across and said "Sounds like you should give up the smokes, love." After I stopped coughing - which also gave me time to rein in my homocidal tendancies - I informed the gentleman that I had bronchitis and had never smoked in my life. Which was completely different to what I was saying in my head.
Now I shall sit back and watch two episodes of "Sleepy Hollow", perve outrageously on Ichabod, eat strawberry sorbet and Butter Menthols and knit.
That man should be damn grateful I didn't have knitting with me. Two pointy sticks, two eyeballs. You do the maths.