Come join the pity party. On top of everthing else I got bitten by mosquitos last night. The bites (all EIGHT of them) are swollen and ugly and earlier this evening I rubbed one of the many now boil-like eruptions on the fleshy part of my calf on the wicker chair and it burst and waaah, waaah. Ten minutes later her ladyship was trying to kill her ball on a rope* (terriers are like that) when she slapped the rope across the recently burst bite. There are not enough cuss words in the English language to do it justice so I’ll spare you.
But I’ve had a shower, slathered on some antisceptic cream and they’re just quietly throbbing. And I feel like such a crybaby.
Pete Seeger singing Little Boxes:
Now this is the hilarious Liverpool radio clip posted earlier this year. Either hamsters have invaded the studio or something’s happened to the playback speed… Is it something to do with compression of the original file? Enquiring minds wish to know. But not just yet. Let’s enjoy the hamsters.
* Finding that picture led me to the Humungu Tongue. Yes I will be searching for them in the UK and yes I will take pictures when found.