Wednesday February 15th 2012 Tim
Sometimes I think I can remember the first time I came down with that
sickness loosely referred to as "cough and cold with flu like aches,
dizziness and the odd hallucination." I have a distinct memory of
blaming the English, not that it was their fault, but I was given the
distinct impression they considered this ailment a test of character
which should not be permitted to interfere with the day to day in any
With goo seeping from every orifice, I
sat opposite a woman whose role it was to determine my level of brightness.
There were colorful blocks in front of me, out of which I had to make
patterns. It was probably the hacking cough, the sneezing and weeping eyes
that finally persuaded her to hand over what I thought was a handkerchief.
But it wasn't a handkerchief, it was a tissue paper. Something I'd never
seen before, and at the time thought totally inadequate. I remember her
telling me I could keep it.