Carry on Cold

It was only halfway through wrestling a piece of white tack from a child's hand (he was threatening to eat it) that I realised that I had a ripping headache. This cold isn't going gracefully, like a bad guest at a house party it's insisting to stick around even after I started flickering the light switch on and off. With any lucky it will have cleared up  tomorrow, Rebecca is coming back home then and it would be great to greet her without a runny nose and a stuffy head.