The Grass Is Greener, The Sneezing Starts.

As we move beyond midsummer and the grass seems to grow quicker every day to the extent that, unless you keep on top of it, your lawn can go from the stage where you can sing 'One man went to mow' to 'Sheep may safely graze'almost overnight, large sections of the population begin to feel the familier signs of hay fever impinging on their everyday lives. You can be walking down a pleasent country lane with not a care in the world and before you know it you feel as though you have developed the mother of all colds the next, with the additional delights of swollen eyes to make the experience even more memorable. I only started suffering from this condition when I was nineteen and, unlike many sufferers, I was lucky enough, if you can call it that, only to get the worst symptoms for about six weeks of the year rather then for months as some do. Hay fever was a constant companion at this time of the year through most of my later youth and middle years but seems to have declined sharply in its severity over the past decade.

Perhaps there are some compensations to be found in your advancing years after all.