Monday, 8 April 2013
Never Judge a Book...
If you had been in my beloved park this morning
you might have seen a lady of a certain age
wearing a purple padded coat,
with a cerise scarf wound high around the collar,
and a knitted grey hat pulled low over the ears in an effort
to close any chinks against the still bitter wind.
Drawing close enough you would also have seen a pair of streaming red eyes,
and realised what you had taken for
a reddish-brown Hitler-style moustache
is, in reality, a super crop of cold sores.
Seeing all this set off by a puffy white face,
with the sound effects
being somewhat puffy as well
might have caused you to think,
in your compassionate way,
"Poor old duck!"
that poor old duck was me,
and though outwardly I looked a pretty miserable specimen
inwardly I was rejoicing
because for the last 6 weeks or so I've had a re-occurring virus,
(hence the still streaming eyes, etc),
and today was the first time since it's start I felt up to a walk.
Almost felt like a young catkin instead of an old nut!
Hope you feel the same!