Every stinkin time!!

That's it, I'm never going home again. The only times this year when I've been sick, it happens directly after a weekend in Toronto. I don't think any of my family members are to blame this time, I may have picked something up at the Royal Winter Fair - all those damn kids around. I felt fine all weekend, felt fine coming home yesterday, a bit of a cough but I always have that. The cough got a little worse while I was unpacking, a lot worse overnight, and this morning I can barely speak. It's not a normal cold for me - this chest congestion/bronchial cough is what I usually have at the end of a cold - like a week after I first get symptoms. But this time I have nothing else wrong - I'm not stuffed up, I don't feel sick, I just cough a lot and sound like a total retard. This should make for a fun morning show. George and Robyn - or is that some 150 year old woman who's been smoking for 149 of those years?