Lemon trees

I'm sick. Just a tingle in the throat and itchy eyes, but I don't feel so hot. The man keeps urging me to drink more fluids, so last night I was thinking lemon in hot water...as there's a fresh lemon tree in the hostel garden. Steve went to wash the dishes after dinner, then comes back and puts his coat on. I knew he wasn't going out for his evening smoke, as he'd already done that, so I asked if it was that cold in the kitchen. (Sidenote that they had record winds last night here...it was blustery and wet all day, and there were rumours that they shut down the main bridge here...they definitely cancelled ferry services...and the french doors in our room blew open at one point, with my umbrella flying out the doors, bouncing along with the garden furniture off the porch.) Anyhoo, back to it...he said no, there were no more lemons in the kitchen, so he had to go outside and get some.