Too many showers can make you ill, we are now told.
Something to do with those nasty little buggies nesting in the shower head.
Apparently all that cleaning disinfectant stuff we splosh around these days has turned them into toughies.
Superbugs in effect. And they can communicate too – tell each other the best places to cause maximum itching and scratching and festering and rashing.
I always suspected as much. And anyway, I don’t think I smell all that bad.
Silence is golden
I was laying in bed one morning, trying to summon up the willpower to go back to sleep when I heard the squawk of a seagull from a nearby roof.
Not a pleasant sound, I think you’ll agree. And not conducive to slumber.
Yet I uttered a little grunt of satisfaction. For it struck me that it was the only sound to be heard. There was no noise of traffic, no voices, no radios, no road drills, airplanes or trains.
Ain’t we lucky, here on the Isle Of Wight.
Summer has arrived and girl’s legs are back. Hooray!
Image: Seve St Jude under CC BY 2.0
