Sore throat

 Easter - it's one of those dates that always sneaks up on me. But I'm even less prepared than usual, thanks to feeling like death this week. Be grateful I spared you a photo of my tonsils. Instead you get the glass of hot water with salt for me to gargle with.

Gargle - what a bizarre word. I don't like it, but I can't think of an alternative. I'll add it to my collection of really-don't-like-saying  words - leotard and cashier. Does everyone have those, or is it just me?