h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ok, day 6 of Shingles is starting to loose it's novelty value. My lower stomach, hip and bum on my left hand side look like a turkey basted in salad cream which in turn has had a blow torch blasted over it. You know how paint blisters when you put those paint stippers on it, well it's a bit like that, but red. Sore? Imagine that someone gently scrapes your skin with a nutmeg grater. That's what a T shirt feels like. That, the ache and occasional stabbing pain. (Please leave sympathy after the bleep)



AHA! Ever the scientific mind at work. When you examine any woven material closely enough it will appear rough. What I needed was something smoother than a fifty year old Scottish malt whiskey rather than fabric to cover the skin. Yes, the very thing. I cut the plastic bag in half creating a single sheet of plastic, wrapped it around my affected parts and then put clothes on. Ok I rustle ... a lot ... but at least the nutmeg grater has quit. I can now look forward to walking about and sweating.

Hoorah for science. Asda, here we come.

The human mind's ideas centre really does know no bounds...

BTW its not your left side, its your right side. I know cause I am the one who gets to torture the bits you can't reach!!

Bless you, Clampy!!!