The cold is lingering, germs appear to like living in my chest.
Voice sounds like Lee Marvin on crack.
The hacking cough is bent on shooting bits of lung into orbit.
Eyes look like two proverbials in the snow and my brain is punch drunk.
It's the only explanation for finding a rocky road egg in the cupboard where I hid it before Easter and forgetting it, my mother getting something right for a change and being out-commonsensed by a Bwca.
Bwca: Last year when the machine stopped mid-dry, did you press the re-set button?
Bwca: The little red button on the machine that re-sets it if it overheats and cuts out.
Bwca: Re-set button, red.
Me: Flicks wand, (Ollivander's - Ash, Unicorn hair, 8 inches) zaps self in foot.