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not for curing the common cold :-)
The pasta machine is snowed under flour, it's cold outside, my wine glass is full of red. Remnants of washing up hang around the sink and there's still a dosh of espresso in my pink metallic flask.
All day I clutched a tissue and rubbed a leaky nose till it was sore and dry. (It was my nose: I should make that clear.)
I stayed in and typed and wore through some elbow skin. (One day I will have an ergonomic desk.)
Enthusiasm for movement is extinct but there is espresso.
Light the caffeine and stand well back!
After an hour my class has a glow warm: enough to cure my cold.
|Thank you to all my lovely students!|