Not so much cutting edge as half-cut and still sliding.
Saturday 24 November 2012
Z does not show herself in a good light
I'm not sure why my skin is so strangely yellow, but that isn't the point of the photo. Nor is showing you my wrinkles. If you look at that tiny mark on my eyelid just above the right edge of my iris (as you look at it) that, with a faint residual bruise, is all I have to show for the operation on Monday. I couldn't be more pleased, relieved or grateful.
Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?