For quite a while now, our message to the world has been, “Eat real food and stay healthy.” And it would appear that our claims have been vindicated, as we have been cold-free for the last three years or so, that is to say we have just been through our third winter without succumbing to colds, flu or anything else vaguely sniffy.
But on Monday that all changed.
Friday 13th brought to our door a family party of four adults, a toddler and a baby, most of whom were bedevilled by a hacking cough. On Monday morning, Sally woke up with a very sore throat, a harbinger of a full-blown (no pun intended) head cold. On Wednesday morning, it hit me. I suppose three winters without a cold is a pretty good run, but this one was somewhat untimely, as we were booked to do a talk tonight – yes, you’ve guessed it, about the health benefits of real food!
By Thursday night, Sally was beginning to recover, but I was in such a dreadful state that Sally decided she should look at my notes in anticipation of having to deliver my part of the talk as well as her own. I could see her point – I couldn’t speak at all without coughing. By Friday morning, Sally had practically recovered, but my voice had gone completely, so Sally sat down at her computer to rewrite my notes from her perspective. However, as the day progressed, so did I. By late afternoon, we both felt fit enough to deliver the talk, due to kick off at 7 o’clock.
So, as it turned out, we were both able to do the talk without coughing or sneezing and in perfectly audible voices, albeit slightly husky (we’d like to think that was no bad thing). Although this little mishap has brought to an end our 3+ ailment-free years, we hope that we can now go another three years or so before the next one. But we must take heart from the fact that each of us recovered effectively in three days, so perhaps the message about real food is still valid.