So, for the last 50 years I have had a skin irritation. It is a fungal thing that I caught in a school swimming pool and have been trying to eradicate ever since. It appears and then scurries off to hide for a few months/years but has never totally like shipped out.
I go to a jolly dermatologist who prescribes an ointment. I go to the Chelsea drug store, next door, to get my prescription filled. It seems to take a rather long time but after a wait, the beaming pharmacienne presents me with a tub of ointment that she has clearly just made up herself.
Home-made, hand-made, artisanal, anti-fungal ointment. Does this happen in other counties? I am used to having a tube of something called, “Zapfung” slapped onto the counter. I am charmed to have home-cooking.
Anyway, I get up and shave and go to work. Big Business is heaving and groaning in his stall. Stuff afoot. I go home and go sailing.
It is pleasant and delightful to go for a sail after work.