Sunday, July 26, 2009


When I was growing up they told me: Clean out your ears with your elbows. Of course I didn't listen and since Thursday my ears have been impossibly blocked after a cotton bud malfunction. My doctor refused to syringe on Friday - she has insisted I must spend the weekend dropping drops into my ears in the optimistic hope that the wax will dislodge unaided.
Deafness is exhausting. I can clearly hear the sound of my own jaws chewing but for everything else I have to concentrate. I can't hear the telephone, absolutely can't hear the television. I never realised before how softly spoken Nick is: "What? What? I can't hear you!"
On a brighter note I also can't hear the tartlets squabbling...


  1. Hello and thank you for following my blog.
    I know exactly the feeling you mean when your ears are blocked and you can hear everything you do or say clearly, actually louder than usual & everything else is muffled. Awful sensation.
    I too spent my childhood living in Enid Blyton's fantasy worlds. I wanted to fly off on the wishing chair and then I badgered my mother to send me to boarding school after imagining it to be as much fun as Mallory Towers or St. Claire's. Never got there. My daughter now lives in that same imaginary place.

  2. I've tagged you in a Meme to describe yourself in seven words.

    Chic Mama