Add my hypochondria to a passing comment and that's that.
While we were walking through a slightly overgrown path yesterday Husband said, 'We'll have to keep an eye on George for ticks. It's the season for them.'
A few minutes later I whacked something off my arm.
A few minutes after that my arm started to itch and I noticed a tiny lump.
'That's it,' I said to Husband. 'I've been bitten by a tick, I'm going to get Lyme Disease and die.'
Husband pointed out that we don't have Lyme disease in this area. That didn't deter me.
'Ah but we had lockdown. They probably moved in then.'
A little knowledge combined with a vivid imagination is a dangerous thing.
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This morning FaceBook targeted me with an ad for the Big Bloomers Company. Up to size 36. Seriously FaceBook? You think that's helpful?
P.S. Just looked at their web page. Hmm, maybe I should be tempted ...