September
Hah! Did you believe that story about Mr Ed being a zebra? Or did you smell a rat and check the link at the bottom of the page? I wish I had! I ‘d like to say I knew all along that it was a hoax, but the truth is, I fell for it. I was probably the only one, because I had trouble convincing my friends that the stripes couldn’t be seen on early black and white T.V. Pity I didn’t see that link before I told everyone that Mr Ed was a zebra.
“My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.”
Ashleigh Brilliant - UC Berkeley ’street’ philosopher
I had also been telling everyone how quickly I recovered from a heavy cold a couple last month. I usually get flattened for several weeks, but this time I was over it less than a week later. It was because of the medicine I had been taking, I told my friends. The most VILE tasting concoction of echinachea and garlic, but it was worthwhile, because I had shaken off the sniffles and I wasn’t going to get flu again this year. I felt invincible.
Well, that was another myth. I’ve had flu for the last two weeks and still feel like something the cat dragged in. Mum caught it too, of course, and hers has turned into bronchitis. I’m still taking the odd revolting dose of echinachea and garlic. But I don’t have much faith in it anymore.
I haven’t seen my grandchildren for a couple of weeks. Frances phoned me the other day and said she’s trying to teach 2-year-old Hayley to say “please.” A recent conversation went like this:
Hayley: “I wan’t a drink of milk!”
Frances: “Where are your manners?”
Hayley: “Down inside me.”
Frances: “So what do you say?”
Hayley: “I want a drink of milk!”
Frances: “What else do you say?”
Hayley: “A drink for Miles, too!”
