The Pitfalls of Tatami

Hi Everybody!
Long time no writey, did you miss me? Well have no fear, I`m back to let you all in on an exciting and oft-ingnored fact of life: Dust mites are bad little mo-foes who deserved to be wiped off the face of our planet, or atleast transported to a more unfortunate planet far far away. They have caused me nothing short of 3 nights lost sleep so far, and have emptied out my wallet. My ecszema, long dormant, came back with a vengeance this week, sending me into an intcing hysteria. It was so bad Stu had to resort to holding my nails away from myself to stop my incessant scratching. He and I are both relieved I finally decided to bite the bullet, swallow my pride and consult an expert. Seeing as my sister Jules was unavailable for comment, (Psst; I hear she has a new man, but you didn`t hear it from me!) I was forced to do the unthinkable and seek professional medical advice. Oh the shame of it. Still, not so bad in the end, instead of having to do crazy monkey scratch dance infront of a bewildered Japanese phycisian, I was able to get in contact with a very affable Dutch doctor who soon put my mind, and skin, at ease.

So I know it`s not the most thrilling blog entry to date, but that`s been about the long and short of it this week. Kieran, feel free to withdraw your glowing comment in light of today`s effort. Jpefully next time I write I`ll be able to tell you more about the fun I should be having but haven`t found anyone to have it with yet. There`s a party tomorrow, I think a little drinking and falling over is just what the doctor ordered. Actually, he told me to stop doing that when I explained about my facial deformity (it`s healing nicely thankyou, but may never fully disappear I think) - what does he know eh?

Love you all, promise to send some pictures when I can!