“I love ear wax!” exclaimed Letitia as she admitted me to her garden surgery / shed today.
“You want to be careful who you tell that to” I shot back.
A small catheter was duly inserted, and suction commenced.
“Do you want to see what’s come out?” she asked, conspiratorially.
“Go on”, I said.
It was tar black. Tons of it.
Now I can hear birdsong again.
“You want to be careful who you tell that to” I shot back.
A small catheter was duly inserted, and suction commenced.
“Do you want to see what’s come out?” she asked, conspiratorially.
“Go on”, I said.
It was tar black. Tons of it.
Now I can hear birdsong again.