I accessed the link recommended by a commentator on my last post. Thank you, Fishbowl! From your vantage position in a glass basin you get a 360 degree view of all aspects of life, as it were!
I am happy to inform you that the link was actually an eye-opener of sorts, very enlightening indeed. A will is so very necessary to ensure that your family members, progeny and dependents don’t spend the rest of their lives running in circles to inherit what is rightly theirs, while you blissfully R.I.P.!
The end of a long but eventually victorious chase to receive your just desserts, estates and family jewels does not actually induce you to pop champagne and release colourful helium balloons. Rather, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
Bitter taste reminds me of the truly awful tasting ‘chirayath’ that I used to force myself to swallow in the acne-scarred days of youth. It was a minimalist looking twiggy plant that had to be procured from the local bazaar at an embarrassingly low price.
Our cook used to pick it up for me daily with the small change left over from his vegetable shopping. I used to soak it overnight in a glassful of water, before padding off to bed.
A distressingly early Ante Meridian hour would see me padding dolefully back to the kitchen, straining the murky green stock into a fresh glass, clutching my nose with one hand and the glass with the other, and draining down the contents thereof.
I’ve never been tempted to treat myself to a snifter of urine like an erudite ex PM of yore, but I’m very sure that 'chirayath’ beats it hollow in the ‘ugh’ department.
But yes, for whoever’s interested, it worked like magic on the acne!