Well today my teenage years returned, I got up and there was this zonker a huge Zit in fact more like a red no touch button welded to my chin. I was at first pleased that I had found my own fountain of youth, this pleasure soon turned to despair as I set about freeing the spot from the ravages of my face and letting it enjoy its short life before embedding itself on the mirror.
The damn thing had taken hold and was not going to let go no matter what I tried, it was squatting on my face I felt like I had been invaded and a 14 day court order was the only way of getting to shift.
For some reason I started to talk to it coaxing it to make its own way in life coaxing turned to shouting until the dearest asked who was in the bathroom with me! She wasn't too worried if someone was in there with me I think, it was just the noise was breaking her concentration on Coronation Street. I reminded her that women can multitask and stop moaning. Well under my breath anyway...
So without resorting to decapitation I am stuck with my red beacon until it decides to get bored with me and move on.
On the plus side I think as I get older I am getting stronger...recalling when I was young and I woke up in the morning with the hardest bit of wood ever in my pajamas, no matter what I tried I could not move the bugger, well the bonus is now I am older if I ever have the rare occasion of a wood growth I can now bend it!
So I guess I can just wait for the next wonders of age and see what I have to look forward to.




