THIS morning I woke up with a dreadful whining in my ears. From past experience I decided not to try a self-cure.
I asked the terrible Goddess if she would deign to examine me. She went to the kitchen to get some thick rubber gloves and then, very gingerly, examined my ears.
“Ah” she said, “you’ve got a young Belgian private dick in one ear and the other one contains a small white dog.”
“Ah” I said, none the wiser, looking at her quizzically. [I’m not often allowed to look at her quizzically – it was quite a treat]. (Treasure the memory, Sunshine. Lo,TG Ed)
“You’ve got tintinitis – don’t worry it’ll clear up soon.”
Another great mystery solved by the TG – fantastic.
(I quite like the small white dog – perhaps we’ll keep it. Lo,TG Ed).
