On being an irritable, impatient and unsympathetic person
Cough cough cough. Cough cough cough. Cough cough cough.
My nerves are frayed and I feel like shouting at the children for their incessant coughing.
Cough cough cough.
And when M is in, he takes the baritone lead in the coughing choir. I may have to kill him. I don't see that there is much choice.
Cough cough cough, hack, retch, spit, cough cough cough.
He was lovely with me when I was feeling rough. But there's no other way.
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