hot cocoa then hannah?…..
Blinking his vision back into focus after the 24th sneeze since he had got home, Kurt lunged over the side of the sofa to retrieve yet another tissue.
This was not how he had pictured spending Christmas eve. Kurt had hoped to be “decking the halls” and “rocking around the Christmas tree” instead he found himself dabbing vasiline onto the red and raw, corners of his sore porceline nose and chugging mug after mug of lemon menthol tea. Fortunately the I told you so’s had at last stopped as Burt had decided to call it a night.
“Since when was a winter coat without buttons and gloves with no fingers good sense?” He mumbled, plodding upstairs .
“One must suffer for fashion Dad, besides I don’t remember seeing Eskimos in the history books wearing base ball caps to keep their heads warm, hmmm?”