Sniff

Sneeze

Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger;

Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;

Sneeze on Wednesday, sneeze for a letter

Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;

Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;

Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweet-heart tomorrow.

It's official Ro-Ro has hay fever.  He's never had it before. Maybe it's something to do with the street trees around here.  Or perhaps it's just an exceptionally bad season for allergy sufferers.  I've heard such speculation among adults afflicted with the condition.  Anyway, following a trip to the doctor yesterday we now have a regime to adhere to, involving an uncomfortable-looking nasal spray and regular steamy showers. (Thanks Daddy, since Mummy is consumed by work commitments.) We also have to trip off some time today to get Little Wanna's wrist x-rayed after her fall on the ice rink.  Just to be sure. We're all at the end of our comfort zone this week. But according to the rhyme, we should expect 'something better' tomorrow.

B-Well Report: The Office Stairwell.

Early morning, glorious Autumn day, sky clear, birds on the wing, leaves turning... and I'm driving off to the underground car park. However, it's day one of my B-well journey and I take the stairs. Harsh fluorescent light, painted concrete, metal rails.  Not exactly a stroll in the park with the warm sun on my back.  It actually looks like the torture chamber that is a gym. 

Nothing like starting your wellness campaign in a fire escape.

 
Home time.  Going down.  Basement car park.
 
 

 
One step at a time.