title: Standard life.
abstract: One of the joys of summer is the opportunity it affords to wake in the small hours to engage in a trombone sneezing fit courtesy of near-terminal hay fever. It's a mystery why 40 billion pollen particles choose to party in my bedroom but. having woken the neighbours with my nose music and stumbled around red-eyed and trumpeting in search of a wagonload of nostril-plugging tissues. I stagger back to bed. exhausted but woefully awake.
authors.forename: Daniel
authors.initials: D
authors.lastname: Allen