This is very odd. To mark the end of my cold and beginning of Mr Smith's, mice seem to have taken up residence in our ears. Mr Smith's mouse squeaks. I have more of a dormouse that is fast asleep; in fact, dormice, as it is both ears. This feeling of fluff in my head is pretty ghastly, even worse if I eat anything crunchy as it is very loud in my head. Is this tinnitus? I just looked it up and I am definitely going deaf or mad or both. I'll take a pain killer and see if it goes away then head off to the Miro exhibition at the Tate with the Student who, despite no longer being a student, I hope has a student discount card.
I've never been a great fan of Joan Miro. The Miro Gallery at Barcelona is only memorable for the giant bait Mr Smith was in when I tried to drag him round it. I had to park him in a bit they had for parked husbands and do it by myself. I remember a white wall with a wiggly line down it and I really had one of those "Is this really art?" moments. Ok, it's not Velasquez; it's blue blobs but I'm in a blue blob mood today so I'll go with an open mind; Mr Smith will be firmly parked in his office.
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