You’d think with having breast cancer, and waiting for my second operation, and COVID everywhere etc that I’d take the common cold in my stride. But no, I’m miserable and feeling incredibly sorry for myself and wondering how, the four-and-a-half I’ve managed to catch anything whilst masking and avoiding people etc. It doesn’t seem fair that a person like me suffers a cold. I’d like to complain to the Man (or woman) upstairs!
