Dear Reader, I've been coughing my lungs out, coughing like it was my last days. It all started with an ordinary cold, early February, of course – the first day of the Furniture Fair. And then it just went on, kept on getting worse, turned into a bronchiole infection, wouldn't be cured by penicillin, or the many asthma and cough drops I've used. After a couple of weeks I was sure I had pneumonia, but, nope, the doctor said:
your muscles are sore from …coughing!
And yes, it was the flue, and no, I have no idea why they all the fuss about the flue two years ago, and barely even mentioned The Horrifying 2012 February Flue? People couldn't even get a doctor's appointment, because the doctors were all sick!
Apart from this misery the temperature kept falling. In this picture it's – 20°C, which means both -4°F – and that no one, not even brave 100 Days Clubs members, if there were any sane, would go out.
So we took a sane decision, G and I, postponed, and now… Celebrating that February 2012 is … over and out!
ps If my husband ever reads this: Yes, I enjoyed your birthday, yes, I admit that Winter is beautiful, yes, I shall not complain over low temperatures next winter, yes, I'm grateful for all your sympathy – and I love you!
Dear Readers, while G was skiing and I spent my supposed sporty mid term vacation exercising mostly by showing my children museums, we were – again – starting a new 100 days club.
