Puzzled over the sudden occurrence of a coughing fit late at night, I ran through the day's menu in my mind: sarpino's pizza, instant yuan yang (that's the official name for coffee-tea mix in chinese for you), mummy's mixed rice and tonic soup with black chicken, wolfberries and black beans.
I saw no loop-holes.
Could just be a sign from my body to work less, more rest (unintended rhyming there, sorry if it sounds bad - I couldn't resist :).
Yanked my very unwilling self out of bed and trudged over to the kitchen in search of Woods' cough syrup. Thank God for peppermint flavour. About to down the spoonful with some warm water when dì (that's younger brother in chinese) came into the kitchen.
"You got a sore throat?"
"Nope, just a cough."
And that was it. No Academy Award winning script there.
But his voice betrayed concern, if he'd attempted to hide it in the first place, that is. I trudged back to bed in a considerably much happier state.
It's little things like that that really go for the heart, know what I mean?
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