Pride goes before a fall…
Whoever said that sounds jolly smug to me and not at all sympathetic. However unfortunately, he or she has a point. I was very snooty to Brown Owl when she rang me up to tell me I’d get pneumonia and now ..I’ve gone and got the mother of all colds.
My nose is streaming, my head is muzzy…I can hardly see!
Now I’ve got to put loads of effort into lying low so that Brown Owl doesn’t find out and get to say that dreaded phrase made up of ‘told,you, so and I’. Oh bother, bother, bother…don’t you just hate it when Fate wrong foots you?
This really is the absolute limit.