I didn’t have time to reply to yesterday’s post comments .
It was past ten when I finally sat down after working all day.
I’d been on my feet most of that time and before bed, Dorothy gleefully licked my rancid feet until they shone like my chilblains used to when I was eleven and walking home in the snow.
Does anyone suffer from chilblains any more?
With global warming I doubt it.
I was never cut out to be a buff hero
As a child I had chilblains, a mild stutter and warts on my left hand
Later on I suffered from prickly heat , late diagnosed dyspraxia and vikings finger
Now I have the bladder of woman that might of borne a dozen children and the kidneys of an old cat who has licked antifreeze
Oh….And stress psoriasis worthy of an exploded cereal packet in a confined space
I’m not a catch for sure, but I’m writing this with a bucket of coffee
At 5.45 am
Before work on a Sunday morning
Ps I’m colourblind too