Elle Vampa

I count my sneezes and make it to 7 – a new personal best!

Right after wiping my nose I tap the glass doors of my giant-glass-cage-formerly-known-as-my-gerbils’-imperial-castle. My “very calm and gentle degu brothers”, as the breeder described them, have taken up boxing after I removed their wheel.

Ash will not have Diego sit in his corner to nibble hay. This audacity must be punished with a punch or two!

I stop them from this puberal behaviour and give them their wheel back. Problem solved.

Next, I’m on my bike racing to work. What with all the sneezing I’ve been doing lately, I’d almost be late. Thank goodness it’s only a small distance.

Halfway through this small distance, I hear a snapping sound as if I’ve ridden over a branch.

Only… there are no branches. What the… OH NO!

My pen and sharpy, key instruments to working the postal and service desk, have flown out of my pockets and onto the street. I cannot turn back, nor can I stop as it’s too busy. So I do the only thing I can do: I sneeze and keep peddling.

Two and a half hours later, I finally get my coffee break. Because my shift started at lunch time, this is the only break I get. I’ve eaten half my lunch before work and am now to devour the second half.

Only… it’s not there. I open my bag and search its contents, but no choco-pasta-plastered-royally-onto-a-white-bun is to be found anywhere.

Shit.

I nibble some almonds and sneeze again – only 4 times this time.

Later, finally back home, I put on my pyjamas and snuggle up in bed. I’m cold and snotty, and a tad on the miserable side. Ugh, I don’t want to get sick. I’ve got so much to do!

*Achoo!*