I am not sure how many of you were reading this years ago when, three days before my Catalan oral and listening exam my ear seized up and I could hear n.o.t.h.i.n.g.
This seems to be becoming a regular feature of my life now. The joy.
My left ear has been bugging me for some time, feeling like I have been flying. I have now gotten to the point where I can hear a difference between the two ears. It is, shall we say, somewhat annoying.
Probable more so for the folks around me who I keep shouting, "eh! WHAT???" at like a modern day granny with an ear trumpet.
That and shushing anyone within about a hundred yard radius who has the temerity to speak above a whisper when I am trying to listen to something.
I was going to get the man to pour some olive oil in there because, as has already been established both on this site and in the "Catalan Institute for Curing Everything", there is nothing that cannot be bettered with the judicious application of olive oil.
The only problem is that the man has gone to sleep. I imagine he is going to reappear as he is lying dressed, including a belt - though with only a t-shirt on - on top of the covers. He is sure to shiver himself awake at some point. My issue is, however, that my olive oil pourer has abandoned me.
I can assure you that it is none too easy to pour olive oil into your own ear.
A mite messy too.
Off to give it a run though. Maybe I should tie the hair back well out of the way though first, no?
I would like to add that the first fly of the year has appeared in our apartment and Chuck is an amusing combination of frightened, excited and diligent. Hope it goes to sleep when the lights go out.