An interesting article from the Telegraph on an ME urine test being developed by scientists in Belgium.
My friend was telling me her Polish boyfriend has started reading my book. A few pages in, he asked her what monstrous means. There is no 'monstrous', I said. I didn't use it, I would remember.
I was adamant.
She whipped out a copy of the book - she had brought it for me to sign for a medic she works with - and sure enough on page 5: The sofa bed was sticking up in the middle of the floor like a monstrous orange sculpture.
That's me told, I said. I remember now.
We both laughed.
My friend was telling me her Polish boyfriend has started reading my book. A few pages in, he asked her what monstrous means. There is no 'monstrous', I said. I didn't use it, I would remember.
I was adamant.
She whipped out a copy of the book - she had brought it for me to sign for a medic she works with - and sure enough on page 5: The sofa bed was sticking up in the middle of the floor like a monstrous orange sculpture.
That's me told, I said. I remember now.
We both laughed.
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Your monstrous-story reminded me of the time I was given instructions a few days before a radio interview and reading: No profanity. The so-called guardians of the public welfare are zealous in the States. Radio stations that broadcast obscenities are losing their licenses. "But there are no swear words in my poems," I said. I went back to my book to check. One poem contained "fucking"' another, "son of a bitch. What the hell.
How easily we forget our own words when time has lapsed! Ah, my book has a fair few expletives, never gratuitous, I hope. But a recent Goodreads reviewer was a bit outraged and said it was 'littered with the F-word like landmines', and she regretted that she had even read 50 pages. I think she would prefer a child's guide to the illness.
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