So I have this theory, and you are not to disabuse me, please, because it pleases me.
I was at the house of
shewhomust and
durham_rambler, to eat cassoulet and drink wines and celebrate Jean's birthday in the company of friends; and it was all lovely, except that
samarcand had to borrow my inhaler on account of feeling wheezy. And I, whose asthma is totally under control, I who carry an inhaler everywhere for old times' sake but barely use it from one month to the next - I have used it half a dozen times today and am constantly tight in the chest, constantly wheezing, I feel like it's doing me no good at all.
And it's been raining, just a little, much of the day; and my theory is that the rain is bringing that damn volcanic ash down with it, and that's what we've been breathing, and it's no wonder that our lungs don't like it. *nods*