I am sick. Properly sick or maybe Mrs. Miniver would say with a delicate vagueness that I was "laid low". I'm suffering in stoic semi-silence (wherein I only complain to people who ask me how I feel or to people who accidentally get close enough to be coughed on). But it would be better if I had a Scottish nurse to watch my Vins and Judys and Tobys and to deliver hardscrabble advice along with mustard plasters. (No fancy tisane for her.)
She would rout this thing fully.
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