Bitch on the Blog

August 21, 2013

Nano second

As so often I am in awe. Of the body. And what it can withstand.

As you know I don’t do blemishes. Which is why Zeus struck thunder and graced me with a burn. Yup. Yesterday I procured a beauty of a catch of tiny sardines. Glistening. So overjoyed was I I promptly managed to dip the top of my right index finger (just below the nail) into red hot olive oil. This was whilst turning one over. Those of you who have paid attention in physics will know that water has nothing on oil. Luckily the Angel was passing through the kitchen and – as asked – retrieved a packet of frozen peas. Too late, too late …

I am now blessed with a monstrosity. A burn blister if ever there was one. A balloon. Oblong. Shape of an overgrown almond. Only fatter. And, no, I am not going to prick it. Let nature take its course – my motto.

As the French would say: I ‘ate it, I ‘ate it, I ‘ate it. For some reason h does not feature in their spectrum. Come to think of it: Americans too can’t go so much as for a bunch of thyme without asking for ‘erbs’.

Yes, it’s all very sad. Wishing for my former beauty to be restored, yours




  1. Eek! Please take care of yourself.
    Were the sardines worth the suffering? I love the silver darlings…

    Comment by magpie11 — August 21, 2013 @ 14:11 | Reply

  2. We have a saying in Tamil that loosely translates to ” The flood waters took away the turban leaving the head safe.”

    Comment by Rummuser — August 21, 2013 @ 16:27 | Reply

    • Sounds convincing, Ramana. Now all I need is a turban.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 22, 2013 @ 09:00 | Reply

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