Considering the title of the blog, I have been wanting to write that all trip, so much so that I can almost accept the choking, coryzal cough I seemed to have been endowed with.
I had that impending feeling of itchy, tickly throat last night and this morning woke without a voice. So my faltering Spanish now comes out in a squeaky falsetto, making it even harder to understand.
But hey, if all I pick up during the whole elective is a bit of a cough, considering small children and adults and grandparents cough and splutter in my face every day (they do not understand the concept of covering your mouth here as fine droplets spray onto vulnerable surfaces all around - we pretend in the UK it is because it is polite, but it is functional too) I will think myself lucky.
And from the looks of things, with rising cases in Cambridge, as emails from the University keep flooding my inbox telling me to watch out for symptoms, I think I am actually less likely to catch the disease here.
This map is a bit old, but I think it proves my point quite nicely
http://www.who.int/csr/disease/swineflu/history_map/InfluenzaAH1N1_maps.html
I sat at my father's grave and knit
12 years ago
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