Hello there! I have been having (what we call back in the home country) a time of it. These photos are from Liverpool about two weeks back, where I first thought I felt the inklings of a cold.
Just inklings, but nothing to worry about… or so I thought. I pottered along, then made my way to Oxford whereupon the inklings developed into a rather painful throat and a lost voice. Consequently, I had to cancel my planned rendezvous back in London with H.CarryOn and S.FondueLawyer to instead book a B&B in Gatwick, so that I could fly easily and without stress to Munich from Gatwick Airport (yesterday).
Yesterday came and, still lacking a voice, I made my way to the airport, where my flight was many hours delayed.
But that wasn’t the issue. Friends, a word of advice about air travel when you have a cold: don’t do it. Just don’t. Ears hurt lots and lotsy on the descent. However, I was glad that this pain lasted only half an hour.
Or so I thought. Fool.
Cue getting to the hostel in Munich; cue sudden loss of hearing; cue feelings of head-in-vice and drills-in-ears and mind-in-inwards-melting. Not. Fun.
I did learn one valuable thing though: I have been fearing lately that my attention span is becoming speck-like (not the bacon kind), but I’m pleased to announce that I managed to spend four hours in bed concentrating on every minute sensation in my ear drums. Now that’s fun!
I did manage four hours of sleep, and quite enjoyed my subsequent (to)day in Munich (details to come).
Until the worst thing of all happened:
I lost my sense of taste.
And discovered this upon getting myself pleasantly settled down to try one of my gladdifying new chocolates from a little German deli.
Readers, it’s been (as we say in the home country) tough. But we shall endure.