My three weeks in Lille so far can be defined as such:
Week 1: Croaky voice
Week 2: Sore throat (+ ulcer)
Week 3: Sniffly nose
Animal-wise this is how I’ve seen myself:
Week 1: Frog
Week 2: Ill Frog
Week 3: Frog turned Elephant
I wonder what Week 4 has up its sleeve.
Thankfully, my doctor in France didn’t hesitate to hand me a tissue when I welled up and then provide me with this impressive lot: a throat spray, paracetamol, a kind of syrup, and even a nasal spray.
NB: The title of this post – just some advice from my funny father.