In Australia, I would always manage to get at least two bouts of man flu every winter. I put this down to the fact that I didn't sleep much, had late nights, and let's face it, didn't eat particularly well. I accepted this and knew that at some point between June and September I would be reduced to a snotty wreck who was only useful as a couch warmer for a few days.

Upon moving to the UK, I attempted to change my behavior to bypass the coldy season. Upon reflection, I may have failed with the no late nights and not sleeping much, but I definitely eat a bit better, thanks to other half's wonders in the kitchen and the weekly Able and Cole box. However, for the entirety of autumn and winter, I felt as if 30 pounds of styrofoam had taken residence in my head and my nose was some form of gooey waterslide. When Spring came around, I rejoiced at being able to breathe through my nose and not subject my coworkers to constant sniffing and nose blowing. 

Then Spring hit and so did Hayfever.

Hayfever is like the bastard brother of man flu. It turns your nose into a constant tap and makes you look as if you are permanently stoned without the improvement to your sense of humour. Worst of all, you aren't actually ill (so no couch warming) and it lasts for about 5 months of the year. While the flowers are pretty, by September I'm wanting to beat them all with a golf club.

So, with my nose finally clearing up after a brutally runny winter, I'm now looking forward to the joys of pollen getting into my sinuses and making me grumpy for another few months.

Thanks, Spring.