July 17, 2009
Its day three and counting: laryngitis. My old foe.
In my former working life (running training courses), it was an occupational hazard. It used to get me every winter. Yak, yak, yak ... until until suddenly - no voice. Now I am finding the same affliction returning. Of course its not so much from the constant chatter as the high rotation - and perhaps volume - of "get off that", "get out of there" and "don't put that up your nose".
So what to do when you have two lively small boys and a serious vocal deficit?
I have quickly discovered that squeaking is entirely ineffectual; perhaps even hilarious. Holding up cards with stern messages? Futile for the target audience. And wild gesticulation? Simply exhausting.
How about charades?
Yes, yes: 11 syllables. First word. Starts with G? Um, is it: get off my brother and stop pulling his ears? Why certainly, Mum.