I have to credit the Wiffe with being the one to go buy the powder. But Mycil isn’t a miracle cure, and I’m still tapping the white powder in between toes that are still skinless and smelly.
This morning I showered, and also washed both feet in the sink.
I was keen to do a thorough job and speed the recovery. After the shower, the towel was damp, as you’d expect it to be. I needed something to dry between my toes. I found just what I needed in the form of a paper tissue on top of the bedroom chest-of-drawers.
That’s why I picked up the tissue without my glasses on, and quickly pushed the thick wad (which felt dry) into the affected parts. As soon as the tissue hit the vee, I realised I’d made a terrible mistake. Gunge, gooey gunge… in other words, snot… oused out clinging to my fingers and toes. You see the Wiffe has been suffering from blocked sinuses.
The rest of this story doesn’t need writing. You can imagine the rest.
She’s the last person I thought would leave such an object lying round the house. Please don’t tell her I’ve written this. It might not be a true story.