They say that a lot of the discomfort that we feel is simply in the mind. Perhaps they are right but I can certainly confirm that itching is. The scar on lefty has risen nastily and is driving me insane.
I know that the itch is bad because I am scratching in my sleep. I try my very best to ignore it and to remind myself that there is no feeling there. But it is all to no avail, and the broken skin bears witness to my losing battle. The crazy itching has already spread to righty but now my left hand has joined in. How can that happen? There is not a mark on my hand but it is certain that it wants to be scratched.
In other news, I have confirmed my fame. I am in Lacock this evening and regular readers will know that this is an incredibly picturesque and therefore tourist filled village. As you approach the Red Lion it presents an imposing and photogenic sight. The window sills are only a couple of foot from the floor in this old building which, can you see where this is going?
Yep, yours truly is a feature in another set of tourist photographs, the precise features may be unintended. Coupled with the regular sight of tourists looking up at my apartment I think this confirms my stature as a modern icon. Every time I look out of a window tourists are there with cameras like paparazzi, it’s so tough.
Finally I would like to share with you an advertisement I heard on the TV today. Apparently there is an ‘Alzhiemers walk’ for charity. I may not be an expert but is this not cruel? Will we not end up with poor confused souls wandering without a clue as to where they should be?