For the past 6 weeks I’ve had a cold. Every time I think it’s over, it hit me again, harder then the time before. My colleague is suffering from the same. We’re both red nosed creatures with watery looking eyes, our desks stacked with tissues, cough pastilles and honey to sooth our sore throats. Our little corner is the venue of coughing symphonies previously unheard in the office.

I’ve tried almost everything I know to get rid of this bloody cold. Drinking liters of tea with honey. Eating kilo’s of fruit. Wearing woollen socks and cuddling up on the sofa at night under a warm blanket. Taking herbal tablets to boost my poor immune system. A whole weekend of sleeping and not doing anything else. So far without the success I’d hoped for.

I’ve only one option left: whiskey. If you can’t beat it, burn it.

As the Irish say: sláinte!

(If you have any suggestions how to beat this stupid cold, let me know!)