Finding your inner witch…
Hmm! A broomstick’s all very well and good, but it doesn’t half chafe the gusset area!
Oh! How the ramifications of, and early training in, this little ditty still trip girls and women up!
‘…all things nice…’ Think about it and weep, or grind your teeth, or shriek in an unladylike manner and divest yourself of that ‘nice’ label.
The Scottish Play, in which I am playing a witch (sorry, couldn’t resist!), is bringing up whole washing lines of dark garments, all of which sag sinisterly and resist the pole’s desperate attempt to make them fly in the wind and, thus, disperse some of the damp and dank odour of nastiness!
But, the way I see it, though bloody uncomfortable and, at times, upsetting, this unconventional ‘therapy’ is producing pearls from the rough grit that so annoys your average oyster (an apt image, let me tell you!).
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