A Miraculous Cure

Yes indeed, my severe attack of Man Flu has, more or less, moved on, in fact it barely lasted 24 hours.  This is the second time in the last couple of years that I have been struck down and been forced to contemplate at least a week of snuffling, coughing, eye-weeping, sore-throated misery as of old, but instead, I have shaken it off virtually overnight.  I am wondering why?  Of course, I put it down to my supreme physical fitness brought about by the fact that I swim five days a week - an item worth repeating because I think I am right in believing that I have only managed to tell you this important news 27 times before!  On the other hand, it might have something to do with the Paracetamol tablets the 'Memsahib' insisted I take on the grounds that she couldn't take my non-stop whinge-ing for too long - very hurtful!  Or, on yet another hand, it might be the beneficial effects of my annual flu jab.  But there again, and on the whatever number of hands it is now, it might be the 'Goodie points' I have earned 'up there' whilst cutting the grass in the Churchyard.  Who knows?  It's a mystery!