The other day when Vernon & I were out for a pootle round the lanes, we cycled by one of Norfolk's many poultry sheds. It was at that stage where the odour was ripe and the wind in a direction where the odour got me right in the throat. Who is now nursing the usual throat infection which she gets after such cycling joys? BAH!
Surely an irritation or an allergic reaction rather than an infection?
Get well soon!
John
"Helen C Simmons" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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The other day when Vernon & I were out for a pootle round the lanes, we cycled by one of Norfolk's many poultry sheds. It was at that stage where the odour was ripe and the wind in a direction where the odour got me right in the throat. Who is now nursing the usual throat infection which she gets after such cycling joys? BAH!
The other day when Vernon & I were out for a pootle round the lanes, we cycled by one of Norfolk's many poultry sheds. It was at that stage where the odour was ripe and the wind in a direction where the odour got me right in the throat. Who is now nursing the usual throat infection which she gets after such cycling joys? BAH!
Bah. I've got to set off in under an hour, on a regular route that takes me past the other end of that: "the vomit zone" is a stretch of road that passes a KFC and a McDonalds and suffers - according to weather - a mild to overwhelming stench of grease.
"Nick Kew" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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Bah. I've got to set off in under an hour, on a regular route that takes me past the other end of that: "the vomit zone" is a stretch of road that passes a KFC and a McDonalds and suffers - according to weather - a mild to overwhelming stench of grease.
Ugh:-(
-- Nick Kew
eeeyew! In Dereham's market place is a fish & chip shop which on a lunchtime can be very busy and the stench of hot grease from there can get my stomach turning. You have my sympathy.
The other day when Vernon & I were out for a pootle round the lanes, we cycled by one of Norfolk's many poultry sheds. It was at that stage where the odour was ripe and the wind in a direction where the odour got me right in the throat. Who is now nursing the usual throat infection which she gets after such cycling joys? BAH!