Oh, dear. One little birthday and I am falling apart. I am rarely ill, I think the last time was two years ago, but yesterday The Cold and Cough Season has found its way into my world. Sigh. Cough. Sniffle.
What to read when you are ill? I think about all I can manage today are a couple of short stories by P.G. Wodehouse, cups of peppermint tea, and naps.