The phlegm appears to have retreated to my head, leaving my lungs free to operate for a bit. I am not counting my chickens before they become bridges, as I am sure there are still many viruses that I can welcome into the moist warmth of my bronchial passages before winter is over. Especially spending so much time on public transport with sick people.
So I decided to celebrate my first phlegm-free day (fret not that I am utterly without mucus, I still have a very snotty nose, and a sinussy headache) with a run in wind-driven sleet. Yum. But as always, an incentive not to stop.
So I managed 3 and a bit miles without a cough at all. Nor a splutter. And while I felt a bit rusty, I was otherwise good. And the weather was vile enough that everyone I met said hello. Which is something I internally know, but have never really thought about. Photos are Baldrick curled up with our Christmas present, Blue Adder; Kings Cross station ceiling in the morning (really nice eh? I only looked up by chance) and the chilly seafront of Herne Bay.