Sent to Coventry...

Ahh the blessed city of medieval charm and a cathedral, towering churches, parks, statues and monuments and home to the British Motor industry...

Then the combined efforts of the Luftwaffe, idiotic sixties town planners, and the scourge of Britsh Leyland transformed  the city of three spires into a  drab concrete entity.

Of course being sent to Coventry is a famous old English idiom that dates back to over three hundred years and denotes being ostracised, ignored and avoided, possibly from the Coventry Act of 1735 after Lord Coventry who was attacked and had his nose slit to the bone.. The perpetrators were shunned and then executed.

This week a sort of self imposed sending to Coventy has manifested itself in the charms of the Andrew household. Not as result of any malice, injuriously  or cruel slight that warrants a spot of ostracism, but through the unwelcome attentions of a heavy cold. This vile affliction has struck deep within the Mnaly house, turning sniffles into croaks and sneezes. Yes a spot of manflu has descended and taken possession of my partner. 

This has resulted in banishment to the spare bedroom, exclusion from the ensuite, and a general avoidance of immediate proximity. These preventative steps have so far managed to ward of the dreaded lurgy, and all the associated concerns of a reduced immune system. 

I dont know how long this self imposed visit to Coventry will last, or whether it will allow mw to escape the bugs, but I have yet to see any signs of the Luftwaffe or deranged urban planners turning up at the door.