Sure Daisy darling, you do your thing, but leave me alone, please

Recovering from a terrible bout of Allergic Rhinitis. It sends shivers down my spine just thinking of the impending ‘Spring’ in  September. A season change I’ve been so looking forward to after these bone-chilling months, suddenly sounds like a bad idea. I’m willing to stay wrapped in fleece and in cheap Chinese woolen tights, but I refuse to fall prey to pranks played by these impertinent pollens, who just don’t know how to mind their own business or behave. Spring seems like a wild time for these amoral things, all let loose.

I know it’s your season and you are excited and hence busy doing ‘your thing’. Flying all over the place, checking out flowers in full bloom and all.  I also know that its very natural. We all do it. But why get into my nose? What does pollination have to do with my nose? While you might be busy looking for other flower babes, why come knocking on my door? I have nothing for you. Only nose hair. Go away, look for a lilly, dianthus, daisy, tulip for all I care. But leave me alone.

Aaaaaaaaaaacccccchhhooooooooooo! Arrrgh.