Sunday, November 16

The man came into the kitchen



wearing a jumper dotted with moth cocoons -  fine merino wool - last year's christmas present. Normally I would have jumped around on account of the scattering of cocoons and baby hatching moths as the man moved around the house but  the cottonwool in my head has stifled my ability to react.

I'm trying to shift the cottonwool by boiling my head over a bowl of steamy water to which I have added rosemary and mint - if there is any medicinal purpose in doing this I don't know because, despite my telling some other people to the contrary, I am not actually a doctor.


6 comments:

  1. "despite my telling some other people to the contrary,I am not actually a doctor"

    Apparently, that happens all too often.

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    1. Yes - we doctor imitators are everywhere

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  2. Oh dear Doctor. Moths frighten the holy hell out of me. This post gave me THE SHIVERS. And will probably the drawing will give me NIGHT TERRORS.

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    1. I shall try and do a soothing post next xxx

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  3. I quite like moths... well, the ones that don't eat my clothes.
    Sx

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