[When I say ‘my eye’, this is accurate. I’ve recently been reading a book about medieval cures. I had woken up with a slightly sore eye and according to this book the cure for this was to get some dried dog’s excrement, grind it up with a pestle and mortar and then get someone to blow the dust into the affected eye. Luckily I had every thing to hand and being a believer that the ancients knew a thing or two, I prepared the concoction. I must say the terrible Goddess did try to dissuade me, but eventually obliged by providing the wind power very enthusiastically. No gain without pain.]
Anyway this is what I spied with my one little eye.
I was convinced that it was a surprise yacht, specially ordered for me by the TG.
I turned round to look in her direction through the waterfall of tears that was flowing from my eye [I can get very emotional but I must admit, I think it might have been the dog s**t] to say thank you.
She was standing there behind me, watching the scene.
“What kind of idiot would have a boat that size? – it’s ridiculous.”
With the speed of light I realised my error.
“Yer – idiot!”
I stifled a sob and concentrated on my eyes – both seemed to be leaking at this point.
I wasn’t allowed back in the apartment until I’d dried out. (He’s sooo WET! Lo,TG Ed)
