Harry BawBags Blurt

My face has been restored to its original condition for two days now.

Thank Christ!

I truly thought that was it for me – a life of creams, potions and alarmed expressions from strangers.

But no! … Back to my gorgeous self once again.

Hh!

Its made me helluva conscious about ma appearance though.

As I said in a previous post I never use to bother looking in mirrors – Its me! BawBags! Take me as I am! – But not any more.

Without any effort on my behalf I have managed to stay looking fresh and youthful … always being mistaken for 23 or 24 when in actual fact Im 30 … Ive almost taken that for granted – but not now.

I have been checking in the mirror over the last week, keeping an eye on how well the medication that the doctor prescribed was working on my face rot.

It was doing wonders … each time I looked there would be signs of healing … first the neck and forhehead reparing … then the scales on my eyelids and round my lips flaking off … then, behind my ears, the burning sensation was dying down …

Brilliant! I thought … in a couple of days those tiny wee lines at the corner of my eyes will go too.

Theyre still there.

They were there before.

I had just never really noticed.

Shite! … Whit next? – Sagging of face? Receding of hair? Spreading of middle?

Nature is a cruel, cruel beast ahm tellin ye!

Lifes a bitch … then eventually your pubes go grey.

Great eh!

Its aw doonhill now fir me now … Poor BawBags.

Diddums!

Ach its aw shite! … Ah dinna care really!!!

I was practicin ma boddy poppin dance moves in the shower this morning, mixin in a wee bit o robotics too.

Nature will never take me alive ahm tellin ye!

Its good to be back.