The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Head banging and tingling
My nose was tingling yesterday morning: this either means I'm about to perform magic or I have a cold sore threatening. In this case I suspected it was a cold sore so I wandered off to the bathroom muttering, 'I need to put cling-film on my nose.'
I meant zovirax (the wonder anti-cold-sore cream); where did clingfilm come from?!
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Did the dishes this afternoon accompanied by much head-banging: I found a Best of Queen cd for 50p in an autumn fayre yesterday.
Also in the fayre, I came across Mr Magnolia by Quentin Blake. My children loved that book and, as I wasn't sure if it's still in the attic, I had to buy it ready for Baby. (Along with one or two other little gems for both Baby and me.)