The Sty, The Feet And The Irish
1. Imaginary Irish friends
Despite retaining my dignity when around a good, solid accent for many years, I’ve now lost it after a long weekend binge watching Moone Boy on Netflix.
I’ve been thinking, dreaming and alas, speaking with a strong Irish brogue. It’s feckin’ brilliant, so it is, although possibly could be construed as taking the mickey.
There’s no suppressing it, I’m right in the tic of it.
The craic, that is.
Stopping now.
2. Yin feet
It shouldn’t be a thing.
Sadly, this isn’t fake news. It IS a thing.
Yin at the end of the day opens itself up to some deeper breathing in longer poses. When you’re breathing deeper in these longer poses you do not want to smell feet.
Just saying.
3. I have a sty in my eye
Never one to make a fuss I have to say this traumatic turn of events has left me blindsided (yeah, I did that!) and overly self-conscious.
Bad enough I’ve got fifty-year-old concerns (or appreciations, depending on the day) but this sty (and I’m also not one to exaggerate) is HUMUNGOUS, quite probably the world’s largest eye sty!
It has sprouted like an evil sprouty thing from the outer corner of my left lower lid. It hurts when I blink or lie on my side or put my head upside down. I am tending to it with a warm compress and the patience of a saint yet it keeps growing.
I just know this is karma for something.
Feck it.
Any thoughts on feet in class?
Have you watched Moone Boy? SO funny! Watch it and we can speak Irish together.
And no need for sympathy for my eye sty. I shall suffer quietly as always.
Photo by Qentin Rey
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