Saturday 11 January 2020, 11:00am
I think I have Shingles.
From the moment November arrived last year, heralding as it did just one year before all my money runs out and I’m in deep doodoo, my skin erupted in little blisters. They tingle, and hurt sometimes, and go red.
I’m 61 and I look like a teenager with acne.
A very wrinkly lined teenager, with acne.
It’s Stress.
Great.
This is not a good start.