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DAZED AND CONFUSED
NOW YOU ARE 21
IN THE SOUP AGAIN
CAMILLA AND THE TITANS
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REAL MEN DON`T DO TESCO
Making a scarlet statement
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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Thursday, November 23, 2006
I slogged out there again in the rain this morning, rattling with the pills I had been given for a strange skin eruption on my face. It had been diagnosed as shingles - the only painless shingles in history.
The doctor examined the large portion of my face that now looks a lot like the surface of the moon.
"Ah" he said darkly. "Would you allow a second opinion?"
And there I sat, my swollen, pitted face the subject of intense discussion. I felt as though I was auditioning for a flim of "Bride of The Elephant Man", with the studio bean-counter dancing about in the background muttering, "Hire this one - we`ll save a fortune in makeup over a six month shoot".....
Argument raged over whether this was herpes simplex (with complications) or herpes zoster (with complications). Well, thought I, it`s all herpes, and there are only two kinds......yes, gentle reader, there is the Other Sort, but just don`t go there, because I certainly haven`t.
The outcome predictably was another course of pills. That`s as well as the ones I have to take five times a day every four hours - do the arithmetic and ask yourself when I am supposed to sleep.
No, I`m not posting pictures of this horror. Have some cute puppy ones instead.
Meanwhile I have the Club Show at the weekend.
Anyone have a spare burkah?
I do, of course, have a lacy cashmere shawl but do I offer that? NooOOOooo! Shows you what sort of friend I am.