The mosquitoes are still feasting on any part of me that doesn’t get covered in “Rid” spray before we go to bed. This morning I woke with seven new bites, all on my knuckles. They are itchy as hell so we popped into the chemist on the way to the park to buy some hydrocortisone cream.
“That looks very phallic” said the jewish pharmacist to an old man sitting in the corner. The man was clutching a paper bag and waving what looked like a long green bean at passers-by. The pharmacist turned to me. “That’s old Jack. He grows chillis in his garden, you should taste them, absolutely divine”. The old guy offered me handful of chillis and spoke in a thick eastern European accent, “you chop up, put on salad, with cheese…delicious, sweet, take handful home”.
I don’t know what’s for tea, but it will be chilli flavoured.
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