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I haven't had a cold in years.
I woke at four, coughing uncontrollably, so I got up, went downstairs, made myself a cup of tea and read a chapter of William Golding's Close Quarters, then, half an hour later, with the cough settled, went back to bed and slept through till eight.
It was a really pleasant, warm, fuzzy experience.
Compensatory.
I woke at four, coughing uncontrollably, so I got up, went downstairs, made myself a cup of tea and read a chapter of William Golding's Close Quarters, then, half an hour later, with the cough settled, went back to bed and slept through till eight.
It was a really pleasant, warm, fuzzy experience.
Compensatory.
