“Curse it!”
A violent coughing fit followed this outburst. My head burns like the very fires of hell and I shift violently between shivers and sweats.
“Damn it all! You had to stand and watch, didn’t you?” I have argued this with myself over and over while reliving the watching of that no-account playboy (and no that’s not the pot calling the kettle black, thank you very much) pretend to want piano lessons and then flash his cash around.
“ARGHHHHH!” My roar produces another set of fitful coughing so I decide to try out the tea my lovely neighbor was so kind to bring. I just can’t get a bit of luck with her, it seems. I’m dying to meet her so I stand in the rain and catch my death of cold, and then she shows up when I look like death and can hardly speak a word. So much for being the charmer.

The tea turns out to be just as she predicted – very invigorating. I’m feeling a bit better so I throw the windows open to allow some fresh air and sunshine to dispel the sickness. A blueberry muffin and another cup of tea and I’m feeling much more like myself again. I decide to sit and try to write… I think I’ve found my muse!