Somebody’s doing that, right? Probably several somebodies, I can’t be bothered to check. Yesterday was some men’s skatey-thingy – um, figure-skating, and I wrote something incoherent and then deleted it. The gist was something like oh my god what the HELL is he wearing? But now I’m watching men speed-skate in their bizarre little stretchy outfits, and I am increasingly convinced that they are NOT wearing something. Namely, underpants. Ooo, it’s some kind of relay too, so when a new guy comes on, the going-off guy gives him a big ol’ helping shove on the butt. The Church Lady would have a fit.
Thanks, Dr Internet, for the conjunctivitis tips. I will put them into action as soon as I can track down a chamomile tea-bag. Bet Mrs Next Door has one. I got this from Ignatz, though, and he’s all better already, so even if the chamomile doesn’t work, I only have a couple more days of this.
Great stuff, chamomile. I remember filling the kitchen with chamomile steam to clear up baby Ignatz’s stuffed-up nose.