I emailed Susan not to come for coffee because my nose just runs and runs. Though I am grateful that it is running (the idea of a nose with feet is bemusing) because for three days straight, I coughed and couldn’t breathe and nothing happened. At least now, I can blow my nose. Of course it’s too much of a good thing, and I can’t move without a loo roll and the carrier bag for the discard – but it beats the impasse where I couldn’t breathe or sleep and was tired and scared.
Susan emailed sympathetically that colds are nasty – this one has a Putinsque leer.
So please – can I try again next week – having just discovered in the low autumnal sunlight, the discard from an enormous bunch of lavender all over the kitchen floor… but of course I wasn’t looking down. I was en route between the bedroom and bathroom with really not much thought in between except coughing and spluttering and wondering where I got the bug and knowing I wouldn’t give it back – it’s so horrid.
Julia Samuel called August “a month of Sunday evenings” and this is September.
Till soon.
Annalog 
I completely sympathise – I caught a cold on 14th August and it’s still wreaking havoc. It’s had a similar journey, with a mixture of dry cough, sore throat, drippy nose, etc.,.
Who gets a cold in the middle of August? I don’t recall meeting anyone with a cold, but of course it can be caught just be touching the handle in a bus (that a carrier has touched), then absentmindedly touching your eyes or mouth. No pills or potions help, they just give a short window of change.
Keep hydrated!
I think we shared the same carrier …
wish you better.
Anna.