Wednesday, 30 March 2011
That Others Might Live.
I’ve been both lopping hedgerows and crawling through them today. (Why? To get to the other side, of course.) So now various parts of me, especially my scalp, are itching mercilessly. I assume I’m providing sustenance for microscopic life forms. Not quite as extreme as the Buddha sacrificing himself to the tigress in an earlier incarnation, I suppose. I have some way to go yet.
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you should probably go take a hot shower...and that is my professional recommendation, lol...
did something similar and ended up fighting soil so washed my hair after midnight and had to wait for it to dry so got to bed so late and now i am so tired i can barely move!
Or you might have a case of poison ivy....
My shower packed up in the summer of 2007. Besides, old men get used to being lice-ridden. It goes with the black teeth, muscular atrophy and incontinence. I expect I'll live for a while longer.
Do we get poison ivy in Britain, Jeanne? I really don't know.
Me neither....
lice ridden, black teeth, muscular atrophy and incontinence? You drama queen :p
It was partly a private joke, Mel. ZZ has a thing about old men. But I also thought that if I listed my less serious attributes, it might deflect attention from the real baddies. Anyway, who was it wanted to be an old lady smelling of wee?
Me?! Ok you got me there ;)
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