tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post5137392214495069357..comments2023-09-11T13:56:56.236+01:00Comments on Postcards From Across the Pond: Cold ComfortMikeHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-48274541718396576432009-01-02T06:27:00.000+00:002009-01-02T06:27:00.000+00:00Fida: Thanks! And Happy New Year to you.Fida: Thanks! And Happy New Year to you.MikeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-3115794764494880902009-01-02T06:26:00.000+00:002009-01-02T06:26:00.000+00:00Pam: I used to get the Vicks treatment, too. Fond...Pam: I used to get the Vicks treatment, too. Fond memories. Back to work today to I must be better. I could have used another day to laze around and do nothing, but couldn't we all?MikeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-74706127401855678592009-01-02T05:22:00.000+00:002009-01-02T05:22:00.000+00:00Happy play, and get well soon!I wish you all the b...Happy play, and get well soon!<BR/>I wish you all the best for 2009, and thank you for keeping us entertained so well!Fidahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17870521870676612316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-32624250949840571452009-01-02T01:59:00.000+00:002009-01-02T01:59:00.000+00:00I agree with Expat Mum on the hot toddy. My mum al...I agree with Expat Mum on the hot toddy. My mum always used to give us a hot water bottle and Vicks on your chest too. That little combination makes you feel nurtured and will do wonders for your man-cold!<BR/>Hope you feel better soon.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05443153003836499323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-15702211463854465142009-01-01T18:57:00.000+00:002009-01-01T18:57:00.000+00:00Hot Toddies - hmmmm, I sense a bit of practical re...Hot Toddies - hmmmm, I sense a bit of practical research coming up.MikeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-62924059646624384882009-01-01T18:30:00.000+00:002009-01-01T18:30:00.000+00:00Hi Mike,I'm sorry that you're feeling ill. I'm wit...Hi Mike,<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry that you're feeling ill. I'm with ex-pat mum on this, get a couple of hot toddies down your neck. They won't cure you, but you'll feel a whole lot better. Trust me on this one. :-)<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05580238510653563817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-28304640880401428012009-01-01T17:36:00.000+00:002009-01-01T17:36:00.000+00:00Chicken soup's a bit namby pamby Mike. Hasn't anyo...Chicken soup's a bit namby pamby Mike. Hasn't anyone told you about the hot toddy. A bit like the afore mentioned whisky, but you add hot lemon and honey to it. Soothes your throat and makes you sleep. Or at least that's what we brits tell everyone.<BR/>Happy New year.Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-40467564958870801502009-01-01T16:56:00.000+00:002009-01-01T16:56:00.000+00:00Wow, a bonus poem. Thanks!Wow, a bonus poem. Thanks!MikeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21671665.post-29462079293613173632009-01-01T16:45:00.000+00:002009-01-01T16:45:00.000+00:00MikeI like the sound of your "Kill or Cure" it see...Mike<BR/><BR/>I like the sound of your "Kill or Cure" it seems to equate well with my own remedy - Retire to bed with one full bottle of whisky (brand and age of your choice) - get into bed and then drink the whisky. It won't cure the cold in the slightest, but you won't care about it any longer!<BR/><BR/>As you started off with your choice of poetry about being ill - here, for your delicatation, is my choice, your wife will tell you about the writer (try and imagine a gentle west country accent when reading the verses)....<BR/><BR/>Oh No - I Got A Cold<BR/>by Pam Ayres<BR/> <BR/>I am sitting on the sofa.<BR/>By the fire and staying in.<BR/>Me head is free of comfort<BR/>And me nose is free of skin<BR/>Me friends have run for cover,<BR/>They have left me pale and sick<BR/>With me pockets full of tissues<BR/>And me nostrils full of Vick<BR/><BR/>That bloke in the telly adverts,<BR/>He's supposed to have a cold.<BR/>He has a swig of whatnot<BR/>And he drops off, good as gold,<BR/>His face like snowing harvest<BR/>Slips into sweet repose.<BR/>Well I bet this tortured breathing<BR/>Never whistled down his nose.<BR/><BR/>I burnt me bit of dinner<BR/>Cause I've lost me sense of smell,<BR/>But then, I couldn't taste it,<BR/>So that worked out very well,<BR/>I'd buy some, down the cafe,<BR/>But I know that at the till,<BR/>A voice from work will softly say<BR/>"I thought that you were ill".<BR/><BR/>So I'm wrapped up in a blanket<BR/>With me feet up on a stool,<BR/>I've watched the telly programmes<BR/>And the kids come home from school,<BR/>But what I haven't watched for<BR/>Is any sympathy,<BR/>Cause all you ever get is:<BR/>"Oh no, keep away from me!"<BR/><BR/>Medicinal discovery,<BR/>It moves in mighty leaps,<BR/>It leapt straight past the common cold<BR/>And gave it us for keeps.<BR/>Now I'm not a fussy woman,<BR/>There's no malice in me eye<BR/>But I wish that they could cure<BR/>the common cold. That's all. Goodbye.<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year<BR/><BR/>Steve<BR/>(get well soon)steveghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05613989768301181748noreply@blogger.com