I feel bad because I meant to write a post today about cosifying home spaces for autumn now that it’s grey and cold, but I have been felled by a germ, like in that Ogden Nash poem -
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ. I recited the last two lines whenever any of my children complained of feeling even remotely poorly, to the point where now, as adults, they say ‘I know, I probably contain a germ’.