Still wearing pyjamas, she padded barefoot through to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She still felt fragile but a hundred times better than the previous day. Yesterday her nose had been red, not pink. Yesterday she wouldn’t have been able to smell the brewing coffee which filled the tiny kitchenette of the equally tiny cottage that had come with the job with a sharp nostril-twitching scent. The doorbell rang and she groaned, sorely tempted to ignore it. After a brief struggle conditioning won out over inclination. ‘Damn!’ she sighed, clicking her tongue in annoyance. No wonder I caught a cold. Thanks to the increased workload because of the wretched flu outbreak, this was her first full day off for nearly a fortnight. The situation was stressful enough to lower anyone’s resistance to a stray bug. She deliberately avoided speculating on any other significant factors which might have contributed to the vulnerable state of her immune system.
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