gurgle

Of course, one of the “great pleasures” of this time of year is the number of coughs and colds people have. Last evening on the way home, the woman opposite me was coughing continuously from Liverpool Street until I got off the train. This morning on the Tube between West Ham and (I think) London Bridge, there was someone next to me snuffling and gurgling as if they were trying to inhale a tar pit through a hookah.

It’s times like these that I wish I could switch off my breathing and just absorb oxygen through my eyelids.

At least my two-trousered lackey isn’t coughing today. Yet.

gurgle

Of course, one of the “great pleasures” of this time of year is the number of coughs and colds people have. Last evening on the way home, the woman opposite me was coughing continuously from Liverpool Street until I got off the train. This morning on the Tube between West Ham and (I think) London Bridge, there was someone next to me snuffling and gurgling as if they were trying to inhale a tar pit through a hookah.

It’s times like these that I wish I could switch off my breathing and just absorb oxygen through my eyelids.

At least my two-trousered lackey isn’t coughing today. Yet.