Sneeze
Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on Wednesday, sneeze for a letter
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweet-heart tomorrow.
It's official Ro-Ro has hay fever. He's never had it before. Maybe it's something to do with the street trees around here. Or perhaps it's just an exceptionally bad season for allergy sufferers. I've heard such speculation among adults afflicted with the condition. Anyway, following a trip to the doctor yesterday we now have a regime to adhere to, involving an uncomfortable-looking nasal spray and regular steamy showers. (Thanks Daddy, since Mummy is consumed by work commitments.) We also have to trip off some time today to get Little Wanna's wrist x-rayed after her fall on the ice rink. Just to be sure. We're all at the end of our comfort zone this week. But according to the rhyme, we should expect 'something better' tomorrow.
