So I go to a far off land with great dread. My last long distance excursions have resulted in illness and I am very twitchy that the same thing is going to happen again.
Not very antique land but very for around here.
I make it through the first day of my thing but I am conscious of mucus in the sinuses. I have been recommended to wash them out with saline so I head to Walgreens.I wander up to an assistant and guilty admit the problem. She gives a big grin , “Just come with me sir and I will talk you through our selection of sinus wash systems.” She is tremendously cheery and helpful as she goes through almost a shelf of fantastic devices. I so love being back in the USA!
You have to get one of these!
The warm saline solution is forced up one nostril and miraculously comes skooshing out of the other. It is a blast.
Wide awake at 4:00 am. What better to do than clean out the sinuses?
I am very happy – I have a new hobby.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
Nothing new there to our semi-French household. Joëlle has been using Physiomer and/or Stérimar sprays for years and swears (even in English) by them. Genuine sea water apparently. No mention of local sewage runoff. Don’t forget to use suppositories too, while you’re at it.
This is why the French are like they are. As babies they lie sick and unhappy. Oh here is maman to make me better, great joy and overwhelming sense of security. Whereupon maman anally rapes poor kid with large phallus shaped suppositoire. This has happened to the entire population. The resultant profound mental trauma is self evident.
Warning: do not exceed 4bar. If stuff emerges from eye, ear, or anus depressurise immediately.
Thanks for the warning. I do tend to get carried away.