Who Better to Know?
I popped in to have a cuppa with my dear friend Marita the other day. As we were chatting, she suddenly put her hand up and said ‘Sigourney (her nick-name for me, went from weaver to that!) I’ve got this warty thing on my hand’.
I immediately offered to purchase said wart. Marita had never heard of this ‘old wives tale’, and to be honest I have no idea where, why or how I knew about it.
I purchased the wart for 5 cents on Thursday. On Friday night I received a txt message from Marita ‘forgot to tell you my wart is GONE you wicked witch of the north west!’… cue ‘twilight zone’ muzak…
So many old wives, so little time…
love
Aunty Beads
