We all know that you should starve and / or feed a cold and / or fever – and not the other way round. But what happens if you have both? Eat heartlily, but tell one of them it’s not allowed to have any?
My solution is to eat pate. Seems as good as any. (There are no diacritic marks in this programme, sorry).
I wish this was all just hypothetical but alas, half of Honiara has caught a dreadful chesty, coughy coldy fever-flu. Louise went down over the weekend while I held the fort. Then I have copped it rough since Tuesday. Lucky that we did not coincide. The kids have had it on and off all week too – and have been very sweet and patient about it, actually. We are now all on the mend but it has not been a good week.
The ‘whinges’ category seems to be growing apace and that wasn’t really the point of this blog initially, but there really does seem to be no end to these damn illnesses, and nothing we can even do to avoid the ones like this, apart from not schooling our children. If we have another two major illness episodes in the next four months it could spell the end of our stay, I suspect. If we stay on, we’re just going to have to get used to copping thse things every now and then. I think I need people to remind me that they get sick in Australia, too.