The little things

As today slips towards evening, I’m trying to turn my thoughts to the year ahead and work out what the heck I’m supposed to do next. No easy task, and one that’d be made a lot easier if I didn’t have to keep stopping to blow my nose and cough every five seconds. Having had the most persistent cold for the last week and a half, I now find myself back in Bristol with a dwindling supply of tissues and my head full of snot. Not the start to 2017 I’d have chosen.

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