Despite saying earlier that I was going to give it a shot, I have yet to try the cure-all remedy suggested to me by my barber. This is due to my sore throat unexpectedly clearing up. Disaster, I know. I still have a cough though, so if it’s a Strep infection the sore throat may return – and if it does, I’ll be waiting with a bottle of Crabbie’s green ginger wine and some black spiced rum.
Yeah, it better watch it.
So along with being our occasional commentor Michael’s birthday and a belated 4th of July celebration (with flags and barbeques no less) with all the family, it was also Haircut Day today. I’m making the usual small talk with Jamie, the new guy (as opposed to Alan, who has been cutting my hair ever since my Dad decided to stop inflicting that particular brand of torture), when I mention that along with my usual seasonal allergic rhinitis, I also have a belter of a sore throat. Continue reading “Barbers’ Wisdom”