In the middle of wondering yesterday I came upon a sniffle. It looked so lonely, cold and unwanted that I could not but pick it up and bring it home with me. It now resides happily in me nose, tickling and scratching away, stuffing up me nasal passages; in short it’s content as a pig all covered in mud. I thought I would cheer its good health and last night downed a hot toddy. Though that knocked me out, I fear the sniffle is still there, hale as ever if not happier for the alcohol that now co-inhabits my system. Maybe another one will convince the poor sniffle that it would be happier still if it would take up residence in someone else’s nasal passages.
Posted by munin at December 31, 2002 09:07 AM