IRRITATIONS!

I wonder why manufacturers put their company name labels in the back of garments. Most people I know cut them out because of the irritation they cause. Surely those who make the garments know this! What’s wrong with putting a label where the washing instructions go? I mean, it’s not every day someone gets to see who made a specific piece of clothing worn by friends. I struggle to see the point of the exercise since I never ever take off a blouse to check who made it, and nobody else can see the label either. 

This has been a personal problem for many years. I would buy something, forget to remove the identifying label, wear it once ... and suffer. So, out would come my unpicking implement to get rid of the offending item. Even the stitching would irritate so I had to be careful not to cut into the new apparel. Yes, I’ve done that before now!

After many years of misery coping with the problem, I now have a mark on the part of my neck where a collar rests. It is rough to touch and itches like mad. I treat it with creams but it doesn’t help, I still have the itch! And it’s all down to unwanted labels attacking my skin.

Talking of itches, do you ever suffer with midge bites? That’s my current annoyance. Every time I go out a midge or other insect attacks me. I have bought loads of insect repellent but nothing seems to stop them. If anyone has any suggestions about this problem I would love to hear them ‘cause I’m sick and fed-up with waking up in the night through tremendous bouts of irritation that need scratching.

The best thing I have found for soothing these irritations is Witch Doctor, so named because it contains witch hazel, and is described as a soothing, healing treatment for irritated skin. It is an antiseptic astringent which I have used for years and always keep in stock. That is ... until recently. I actually ran out of it so it quickly went on my shopping list. Would you believe that Boots, the biggest chemist we have in our country, had never heard of it. Or so said the assistant, but she was a young lady so I can understand that. However, she checked the stock list and it wasn’t there. NOT THERE? I thought she was joking! I tried other chemist stores, no luck there either. I had a brief moment of panic until I remembered the internet (as if I could forget ... LOL). 

So, Amazon to the rescue. They didn’t actually stock it but knew several stores that did and by next day I had a couple of tubes of Witch Doctor safely tucked away in my medicine drawer. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they came from some far off land since foreign countries seem to be better equipped than we are.

Irritations!

Bloglovin’ is on a new kick... only showing two blogs at a time.... to read more I have to keep reloading. How painful is that? I think I’ll have to check with Feedly again. However, that’s not the main theme of this post.

The question of making blogs private was recently raised by a blogging friend. Should she or shouldn’t she was her dilemma. Turning the question round, though, it means all her friends would have to log in before they could read her blog. Does anyone who follows private blogs find this an inconvenience? I ask because I was also thinking of making mine private to get away from some of the (sometimes) distasteful remarks I read before allowing comments to be published. I thank the powers-that-be for the ‘email notification’ facility but equally I would rather not have to read the rubbish that ends up in my email box. I would be grateful for your thoughts on this subject.

Why do some some people feel the need to aggravate us? Is it for kicks to brighten an otherwise dull life? There surely can’t be any gain! Whilst typing the above words I was reminded of an incident that occurred the other day. I had just left the Townswomen’s Guild building and was heading towards the car park which is near a school. It was that time of day when pupils were leaving the school in droves. As I neared the car park I encountered a small group (around six) of sixth form lads, one of whom made a ‘fancy you’ remark as he passed. I ignored it but was shocked to hear his next remark. He had waited until there was a good space between us before saying, in a loud voice, something which shocked me to the core. The diatribe included the word fornication which he apparently felt in need of. I cut him down to size with a cutting remark that emphasised his immaturity and he was laughed at by the other lads. What possible satisfaction could he have for uttering such an improper suggestion to someone decades older than himself? 

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