You know The Old Man has this phyzog problem at the moment? With a Great Big Scab Thing on his cheek from the miracle ointment?
Well, the good news is that The Scab fell off this morning.
Oh but that is such a relief.
I mean - for me, never mind The Old Man.
"How does it feel?" say I.
"I don't really like to feel it yet." say He.
I say: "Say what?"
He say: "Well it feels kind of rough...."
Say I: "No. Idiot. I mean how does it feel, as in .... sore, raw, uncomfortable... Why are you so literal? Is it that aspergery thing?"