Lost Voice

Today I lost my voice.

Not entirely.  I know where it is.  It just doesn’t want to come out easily, not without a great deal of croaking coaxing.

It may have something to do with spending most of Saturday standing outside in the rain awaiting the arrival of Mr Bruce Springsteen in Hyde Park.  So yes it was definitely worth it.

Anyway, since losing said voice it made me realise something.  I talk A LOT.  Really I talk LOADS and LOADS.  And it is really frustrating that now I can’t do it very well.  Or without it hurting.

It was suggested by one of my favourite fellow bloggers that W’s sudden rabbiting may be something to do with me.  Me ? It seems he may have had a point.  Poor little mite was really not impressed by last nights effort at ‘Chicken Licken’.  I don’t think Turkey-Lurkey was meant to have such a schmexy husky tone.  (Though it actually quite suited Lovey-Dovey.)

So now here I am, stuck at home, curled up with a lemsip, slowly disappearing under a mountain of snot-ridden tissues and bored.  I really want to phone my Mum.  Only I can’t.  She won’t hear me.

Thank heavens for twitter.

So, what would you miss the most if you were suddenly struck dumb?

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