Read by Elizabeth Bower
He first came to me at 5pm on a Tuesday. I'd phoned in sick with the flu and spent most of the day with a turkey baster up my nose trying to clear my sinuses. One of my more enlightened friends Ebony told me that she did this every morning, not with a turkey baster (she was vegetarian) but with a small ceramic pot. Titling her head to the side, she poured saltwater into one nostril until it gently drained out the other, clearing all the muck and germs in time for breakfast. I get the flu a lot so she thought this might be helpful but the baster was too big, it wouldn't fit up my nose, and the salt solution dribbled down my chin and stained the front of my nightie without a drop reaching my sinuses. I opted for a whisky toddy instead.