Well, if it’s not enough that we have the credit crunch to deal with, job cuts, money drying up, creditors phoning at all hours. But to top it all I’ve got a cold sore!
Now that IS a crisis of global proportions if you ask me. Why? Because I’m utterly selfish, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. ME ME ME!!!
It’s huge! I’m not exaggerating, well maybe a little bit. My poor nose has been running and I have wiped it with those tissues that are supposed to be soft and gentle. Well probably the first three times, but on the twentieth occasion you might as well be wiping your snout with sandpaper.
So consequently my lips have been peeled red raw and the said cold sore has grown to the size of a small planet.
Just look at this I said to Hubby. What? He said, I can’t see anything. He was only being kind. But I wouldn’t let it lie. In the end he got tired of the whining. I’ve got just the thing he announced. He disappeared off upstairs and came back down with a large paper bag and his Ipod.
How will that help I asked? Well he said, popping the paper bag over my head. This way neither of us has to look at it, and I can’t hear a thing.
Nice! Hello? Hello? Anyone there?
