The Fambly That Stays Together Coughs Together

These Goddamn flu pandemics. First the husband brings it home from some kid in school, then the son catches it, then gives it back to the husband, and then just when I thought I was immune to the whole thing, I get, like, the worst version of all. Could barely sit up yesterday without coughing myself into a blue fit.

Worst of all, the "students" selling ice-cream to "pay their school fees" came through the neighbourhood last evening and insisted on shouting through the open windows to get our attention. I waved them away whilst coughing my lungs out and they started coughing as well (as if to say, yeah, we think you're pretending). I felt like running out and tossing a handful of phlegm-laden tissues at them "Take that, you good-for-nothings! Try working to pay off your school fees!"

They'll be coming around next month in their nice clothes and the same tired old line about having to pay their school fees, and I'll be waiting. I've never seen the needy look more well-fed. If they can flog S$20 ice-creams on the bunch of us, they can jolly well work to pay off their damn school fees. Or their drug habits. I don't care. This time I'm going to take down some names.

Am not in a good mood today.