Thursday, February 12, 2009
I am suffering from a headcold. It's extremely nasty and has kept me awake these last two nights as what's left of my brain attempts to break out of my left nostril. It appears to be achieving this with some degree of success.
Live-in pneumatic heiresses being somewhat thin on the ground in this part of Crewe I have been forced to administer my own medication. As I lay back on my bed and allowed Mr Beecham's powerful preparation to take hold, I took to staring at the 1930s bow-fronted wardrobe I inherited when I took over this property last April. It's a fine piece of furniture of which I have become somewhat fond. The cabinet maker presumably excelled at his craft and maintained the symmetry in the veneer exceedingly well and it's a joy to behold. And then I saw it, staring at me. I'd never seen it before; maybe it was the combination of Asda organic free-trade drinking chocolate and paracetomol playing havoc with my senses but it was starting to unnerve me. So I braved the cold and took a picture.
What do you think? What's more, can I make any money out of this?