So Wednesday night I have this bloody relapse and am really cross.... And I see my lover Thursday and am having a moan (as you do) and suddenly realise that while I still have nagging cough the razor blades in my throat seem to have got sheathed...
And he says 'Did you talk a lot yesterday?' And I think well yes, I spent all day either chatting with friends and colleagues or being a paranoid schizophrenic for three hours of role-played therapy...Doh! it seems my 'relapse' was a sore throat from spending a day talking almost non-stop for first time in ages!