Well, I am now near fully recovered. Go antibodies!
Over the past few days, however, my voice has briefly visited Slightly Husky, passed through Deep And Sexy, entered the realms of Non-Existence and now verges close to the Point Of No Return. Apparantly the weather there is quite nice, and it is considering not coming home. Maybe it will send me a postcard, but I doubt it will be arsed to pay for the stamp.
My family have seen - and heard - all of this and blessed my strangled vocal chords for the time-out it has given them.
I, on the other hand, have been cursing my larynx, as I think I successfully managed to scare off someone on Sunday. It wasn't quite the result I was hoping for, I can tell you.
So now, I am going to go to non-sing to great lyrics, and ponder as to what should be written on the signs I will be proffering to people tomorrow if my voice still eludes me...
