Nobody has boils any more, have you noticed?
I'm sure they used to be a common occurrence when I was young. The words, 'Our Fred's gone to the doctor to have his boil lanced,' were oft heard on the streets of Mumbles. (Whoever Fred was.) (And the only image that would enter my head would be that of a medieval knight with his long jousting lance.) But now you never hear that anyone has a boil.
There was a jeweller's shop in the village run by a quiet old man. I have no idea why I would have had cause to go into the jeweller's as a child but I remember this particular gent as having a huge boil-like thing on the back of his neck. Permanently. It must have been something other than a boil (or he'd have been staright off to have it lanced I'm sure) but it was memorable, poor man.
My pondering on boils started at about 2.00 am last night. It came about when, tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep because of my throbbing little toe - a self-inflicted injury/infection - I needed to take my mind off the fact that I'd just realised that I didn't agree with the notes I'd spent hours writing the previous day.
I'm not even sure what a boil is. Or why so few people should get them now. Improved cleanliness maybe? Who knows? Or cares if it comes to that.
And, on reflection in the cold light of day, I realise it's not so much that I disagree with my notes; it's more that I would put a different slant on them.