So here I was innocently trying to print some forms on a special paper when this woman started to cough. And not just any cough. She's got pertussis, the whooping cough. OK, it's well past its initial stage, but still I'm not happy that she turns up without any warning before the disease is gone. I would definitely not have been in the same room as her if I had known. I'm not at all happy about it. I haven't had the whooping cough, which has been rare in Norway during my lifetime because of child vaccination. With the influx of immigrants from poor countries, and with hysterical parents afraid that their little jewel may possibly contract any side effects to a vaccine, the disease is spreading rapidly here on the south coast. I'd prefer to not get it, though. I have a pretty good prognosis of survival even if I get it, but 6 weeks in coughing purgatory is not my dream of spending this autumn. And all for no good reason.