I am writing this post due to moaning from by business partner Arthur. He suffers from little dog syndrome (for those of you who are unfamilier with this medical condition, take notice of any little dog, Jack Russell size, they always make a beeline for the biggest dog they can find and pick a fight with it to prove they aren't afraid, some little people suffer from the same thing, I keep telling Arthur it doesn't matter that he is only little, he is just as good as a normal person!), and constantly complains that I never list any of my misadventures, that isn't strictly true, if you click here or here amongst others, you will see that I don't mind sharing my tales of woe.

After writing this I will be retiring back to the sofa with a cold towel across my eyes. What has happened is that I have been involved with building some new Victorian catering barrows. In the past I have paid someone else to formica the counters, this time I decided to do the job myself. Where possible I like to be able to do anything as it means I can repair things at short notice or prevent someone holding me to ransom over an important job. Anyway the formicering went fine, until the next day when I discovered that I am severely allergic to the glue I was using. My eyelids are a deep shade of red and look like I suffer from some kind of goggle eyed syndrome. My lips are cracked and bleeding and I itch in various delicate places. Not a dull irritating kind of itch, more the wanting to rip the skin from my flesh kind of itch.

The one crumb of comfort I have is that in a few days (hopefully) I will be back to normal, whereas Arthur will still be 4feet 3 inches tall.


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