New York, like Sydney, has been experiencing a lot of rain. The improbably cheerful weather presenter on morning television today said that it had rained 21 out of the last 23 days. Certainly the weather has not helped me get over my May flu, as my regular exercise program has waned, and this past week has seen a resurgence of the symptoms I thought I’d beaten a month earlier. Only this time around I avoided the cold and went straight to laryngitis. Did not pass Go, did not collect $200. Can’t remember the last time I lost my voice. Which of course is ironic, given that I’m trying to write some dialogue at the moment, and usually speak out loud everything to test its rhythm and credibility.
Ah, the whistle blows. That would be the kettle, full of now-boiling water to pour into a bowl of chopped lemons, which I will inhale with an old pink handtowel over my head.
