We are in Hevingham for the day, at the house of my wife’s youngest son and his wife, looking after our youngest granddaughter. She is full of cold, so I resign myself to catching it – I don’t often catch colds, but then again I’m not often cooped up in such close proximity to a germ laden child! In spite of being very, very snotty, she is quite happy and a pleasure to be around.
By the time evening rolls around and we head back to Southrepps (taking our granddaughter with us), I imagine that I have the beginnings of a sore throat (surely I can’t have developed symptoms so quickly?).
I decide to apply the tried and tested remedy – alcohol! I vaporise a little cannabis (to help me relax and get off to sleep), pour myself a healthy measure of black cherry schnapps, settle down in front of the telly with my wife, and watch an episode of The End Of The F***ing World on Netflix – a recommendation from my wife’s ex-husband.