Friday, April 18
Bugger the washing up ...
... crap, bugger, crapulance, buggery. Mr Brown's been away for a few days, so I've had to do a few washing-ups in a row (yes, that's right, the Brown-Mice have no dish-washing machine - we don't own one of those new-fangled clothes drying-machines either). So now I've got a horrid dermatitis rash thingy on my hand. Buggeration.
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A Story Against Myself,
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4 comments:
I too have very sensitive skin. I live in fear that the few things that don't irritate my skin will suddenly be discontinued!
I hope Mr. Brown comes home soon so that the natural order of things can be restored and your skin will have a chance to heal!
;o)
- Lee
Thanks Lee, the most irritating bit of it is, this sensitivity is only quite recent - before a few years ago I never had a problem. Perhaps it's years and years of toxicity catching up with me.
Ok this is a propos of nothing, but I noticed you're a Neil Gaiman fan. Do you know he has a blog? It's at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/. I check in on it every now and again, he's such a talented writer.
E - I love his stuff although the short story based on Snow White (in Smoke & Mirrors) gave me the heebies and creepy icky dreams last night. I've not visited his blog, I find it best to know as little as possible about the people/artists I admire.
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