Ana moved from Mexico to London in October. She loved her new job at a hotel, but her English was not perfect yet. She understood a lot, but sometimes the right word did not come.
In November, the weather got colder and wetter. One morning, Ana woke up with a red nose and a sore throat. Her head felt heavy. In Spanish, she knew exactly what to say: "Estoy constipada." So she walked to the pharmacy near her flat.
The pharmacist was a tall man with glasses. "Good morning. How can I help you?"
"Good morning," said Ana. "I am very constipated."
The pharmacist nodded seriously. "I see. For how many days?"
"Three days," said Ana. "And I can't stop sneezing."
The pharmacist looked a little confused, but he went to a shelf and came back with a small green box. "Take two of these before bed with a big glass of water. You'll feel better tomorrow morning."
Ana paid and went home. She took two pills and went to bed early.