The Cure

Juniorette has gone down with a nasty case of laryngitis. Coughing and baying like a she-wolf, she only needs a few extra hairs on her back and she'd easily get a role in a werewolf movie...anyway, we went to the doc to make sure she was OK, and were delighted to hear that apart from fixing this scary (and fecking noisy!) ventilator like thing to her face (she really could get a role in a horror movie...), the only real cure was to take her for a 1/2 hour night drive along the seafront with the windows open...so, there I was, driving along Tel Aviv promenade (3 times!), windows open, trying to breathe in salty sea air but finding my nostrils filled with barbeque-like aromas and diesel fumes from the taxi in front...

Not too sure about this one, doc...