How grim is this NHS air freshener? Nothing says KEEN and LEMON like a bland grey stripe. It’s kind of charming, really.
Last week I had to get another mole removed; just a precautionary measure. I wish moles were called something more glamorous than moles, what a creepy word. Anyway, it was all very quick with barely enough time for chit chat.
“Remind me what you do for a living?” the doctor asked, while we waited for a second shot of local anaesthetic to kick in.
“I do freelance writing. Mostly online stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Writing blog posts for businesses.”
“What kinds of businesses?”
“All kinds of businesses.”
“How come they can’t write their own blog posts?”
“Because they’re too busy? Or they don’t like writing?”
“How do you manage to write about so many different topics?”
“I ask lots of questions. Or I visit the places I write about. Or I get on Google.”
“Ahh but there is so much rubbish on Google. All those sites that look legitimate but are actually dodgy.”
“True, but I’m pretty good at weeding out the rubbish!”
I still wasn’t quite numb so we had to go for a third shot.
“This is getting embarrassing,” I said. “I read somewhere that people with red hair need more anaesthesia.”
The doctor burst out laughing. “What did I just tell you about Google?”