My flaky skin feels rough and uncomfortable . It leaves unsightly deposits in the bed and on the chairs. I can’t use phrases like ‘It’s no skin off my nose’ without Chris and Dan exchanging knowing looks and meaningful smiles.
I shed white flakes everywhere. The resident dust mites will most probably be grossly obese by now and it won’t be long before we will be able to spot them with the naked eye as they loll around the house bulbous and sated. Does munching on my cast off epidermis equate to a daily diet of Macdonald’s and chips I wonder?
Daniel drives us over to Portsmouth today. We have lunch together and say goodbye. We will miss him. We look around the shops for a short while, but the icy wind makes it difficult for me to tolerate. We soon loose heart and return home.
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