So I had a sizeable lunch before giving blood; I had a glass of water afterwards. And then I went out drinking. Uh oh. It's fine when you can keep track of how much you're drinking, and limit yourself accordingly. It's less fine when your generous, hearty and blood-rich friends are constantly topping up your glass.
So the toilets at the RAC Club had the pleasure of my company for a thoroughly unpleasant 5 minutes. I could put some of the blame on the delicious mussels and burger with which I rather belatedly lined my stomach. But I'd be lying.
So today, chastened, I decided to do my ironing. I have a pile of ironing which has literally been waiting months and months to be ironed, so today, needing to purge my embarrassment, I started to do it. However, I soon noticed these wispy white marks on my clothes, so I brushed them off, assuming they were dust of some kind.
Wrong.
Inside one of the wispy things was a maggot! Oh god! I don't think I gave a girly scream, but you should have seen my face. Eww! I looked at the other clothes, and they too had the same afflcition (though I did only find one other actual worm). I am so skanky! I am ashamed! I shall be flagellating myself for the rest of the day. Urgh.
Posted by biondino at April 12, 2003 12:21 PMEeek! You live in Puntey??
Is there REALLY a Number 22 double decker bus to Putney Common???
Please, even of it's not true, tell me it is!
Jay, yes indeed there is. I have taken the no. 22 fairly regularly - it is the old and much loved Routemaster style of bus (where you can simply step on and off rather than waiting for pesky doors to open and shut). It terminates about 15 minutes walk from my house, but it's through lovely fields that I have to walk. It's also about 10 minutes from the death-tree of Marc Bolan, which is also very close to me.
Posted by: Mark on April 13, 2003 09:53 AM