Blight
Blight
Yes, I know it’s a dodgy name, but it’s better than “Rape Scene”, which was my first thought.
I’m fortunate in that while the smell of rape is certainly strong, I don’t seem to react to it in the same way as, for example, grass pollen. I never used to react to anything like that … until genetic modification started, in fact.
Hmm …
To change the subject completely (and as it’s clear nobody’s going to ask), Stubby and I enjoyed a hot chocolate and a fruit smoothie (respectively) yesterday lunchtime and had an innocuous chat about this and that (politics, religion - nothing too controversial, of course).
I wished her a pleasant weekend as she left the orifice today.
“And don’t forget …”
“Yes, I’ve got your number.”
“Only thanks to that court order you got, I can’t ring you, can I?”
“That’s right - and don’t you forget it.”
Twiggy’s face was a picture. I wonder whether she actually believed us …
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'im says:
Added on May 19th, 2006 at 8:59 pmAs a matter of interest, Is it Grass-pollen? The reason I ask is that I’d lived on airfields all my life and never re-acted with hay-fever, until I went to South Yorks, where we had a privet hedge for the first time ever!
Em3: In my case it’s definitely grass pollen.