Wipe out!

Been back in Paris for less than a week - my suitcase is not fully unpacked yet - and already I have fallen prey to a great French tradition. There is yet another TRANSPORT STRIKE going on. Those of you who were here for the RWC Final know what that means.... It was meant to last for a day - we are now on day 4. Plus, they have anounced another tansport strike for next Tuesday...what's not clear is if they will start an ongoing strike from the top (??) or remain ongoing in an ongoing strike?! The situation is simply ridiculous.

So, anyway, not one to sit around and bitch about the French and their particularities (hi, hi) I threw myself on my bicycle and cycled for a few hours a day to get to my voice jobs and announce the weather on France 24. And after two days of this, I am as sick as a dog. Sore throat, sore ears, cold feet, raspy lungs, scratchy cough - the works. Had to give my weather shift away this morning as a result.

Panicked that I won't be fixed in time for tomorrow's weather shift and Monday's voice-over, I've been asking around for quick fixes for a lack of voice. A fellow weatherhead suggested rose tea with honey and half-salted butter; oil and honey is my gran's remedy of choice; ginger and lemon was suggested from Britain and the list goes on. However, a lack of patience and faith in just one cure at a time sees me sitting here with a steaming mug of rosehip tea embellished with butter, pollen, honey and ginger. It tastes completely vile and looks even worse with buttery slick and crusty pollen floating around. I'll let you know how it works!