That’s it. If we don’t die from this cold, which we’re currently passing back and forth like [insert sports metaphor or STI here], I am imposing a quarantine on our house with respect to all future winter holidays.
Because when relatives get on planes and visit, they bring with them nasty, virulent germs — germs which they deposit in your sinuses with their incessant chit-chat and not-so-subtle criticism of your lifestyle choices* — and then, mission accomplished, return to their place of origin so that you can drag your exhausted, sniffling, aching, feverish semi-corpse back to work and be reminded how lucky you and your colleagues are that you’re in such-and-such meeting instead of pounding the pavement, looking for a job**.
Anyway, I’m miserably sick right now. However, My Fella just made me a cup of tea —
— which makes just about everything better.