I've got a cold. I hate colds.
For someone who spends at least two hours a day tasting and smelling things, the diminution of the ability to taste is the cruellest torture. I could embrace the other symptoms of a cold with gay abandon but an olfactory epithelium covered in mucus makes me want to punch walls until my hands fall off. The virus is thought to have been an important cog in the machinery of evolution.
Today I think evolution is overrated. I’d rather be an amoeba than a brewer with no sense of smell.