As sore throats go, the one that I have got is not only stubborn, but bloody painful! I went to the doctors with it just over a week ago, was packed off with antibiotics, told I was infectious, and that I should try to rest …..

Knowing what is good for me, I took his advice,plus the tablets, and did not go out the house all week! That was until yesterday when the tablets had finished, but my throat was still so sore, every time I swallowed it felt like broken glass was cutting as it went down (not that I have ever tried swallowing glass of course)! I got another appointment at the doctors.

The weather looked cold and overcast, so I put on my long, black ‘Goth’ coat that I love, phoned for a taxi (My bloody car is STILL off the road) and off I went. I duly got examined again, throat swab was taken (I retched and gagged whilst she did this, not very becoming I know).and different antibiotics prescribed! I am not a fan of taking tablets at the best of times, and the first lot I given were HUGE! I mean, how the hell do you expect someone to take a bloody great horse tablet with a sore throat who can barely swallow?!

Anyway.I . said I would take the tablets, and then made some feeble joke about how I have never been ill as much as I have been since giving up smoking (well actually it is true). That comment was met with an icy look, and a stern warning not to start-up again! Suitably put in my place, I left the surgery, and for some reason, decided to walk to my visit my sister who lives about a 15 minute walk away.

As I started walking, I phoned her to make sure she was back from work and told her i was on my way. By now I had made it out onto the busy main road which leads from the town centre to the area where we live. It would have been quite nice to have been out in the fresh air after a week cooped up, but the heavens opened an a downpour started. Oh great….My coat had no hood and I had  no umbrella!  I kept on walking not having any choice,  but I had that uncomfortable sensation of my tights starting to roll down!

I walked a little bit further, but I could feel the ‘ping’ as they had made it over the mound of my stomach, and I knew that their journey downwards was going to be unhampered now, and I needed to do something about it QUICK. I tried to surreptitiously hike them up one side at a time, but couldn’t get a decent grip on them. Now they had made it down halfway over my bottom, so I had to try something else. I sped up, walking as fast as I could, trying to get under my coat and skirt to get at these runaway tights, but not was not very successful.

I carried on this bizarre little dance all the way to my sister’s house, which at last I had arrived at! I barged in, yanked up my annoying tights and said hello!  My sister had thoughtfully made me a huge cup of tea and a delectable sandwich which I was grateful for. We exchanged pleasantries, and I told her that my throat was still sore. I noticed she had already kept her distance from me, plus she told me in no uncertain terms that she didn’t want it! … I decided I’d better not hang around too long, thereby exposing her to my germs, so I went to leave, thanking her for the lunch.

As I was going out the door….I glanced back to say goodbye again, and noticed that she had got the bleach out to disinfect the cup I had been using….Charming! Nothing like feeling wanted!