Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Life at Turner Towers

 or.....
Loosing the plot

I wondered why my ear burnt like hell after I'd shoved cream in it to ease my eczema. I'd used flipping Volteral!

It's recurring idiocy.
Last week I had one heck of a struggle trying to take my boots off. I'd never had such difficulty with them before and it's not as if they're new for crying out loud - which I was and frightening the dog at the same time. God, I got them on in the first place, didn't I? I tried loosening the laces even more but they were friggin glued to my feet. And then I what did I see.
ZIPS!

Maybe I'd have had my wits about me if I'd not still been suffering from the fright of my life. In middle of the night I'd got up to go to the loo, crashed into The Naked Husband who crashed into the wall.
I screamed, he shook.

As he said, "What a good job I'd finished".  Aargh! Golden showers. 


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