Tuesday 15 June 2010: YOU CAN DO MAGIC
Lavender's blue dilly dilly
Burn marks are red
It's been one of those days when I wish I
Had stayed in bed
She should have known something was amiss when for the first time in thirty years the watch, that she had worn, everyday, since the death of her father failed to move past seven o'clock. Still, she found an alternative time piece and went off to do her daily penance at the coal face.
Upon arriving at work she had a fit of benevolence and decided to bring each one of her work colleagues an early morning drink. It was then that the day took a downward spiral. One can imagine the thoughts of the audience (two people) as a scene akin to a slapstick comedy unfolded.
There she was, tray of drinks in hand, when around the corner of the refreshment area came another member of staff who almost ran into her. She pulled up short and in very slow motion (or so it seemed) she was showered with the hot liquid contents of five cups.
With superhuman rapidity the tray and the very few dregs left within the cups was flung onto the work surface as she desperately held her clothes away from her body. A quick exit to the toilets then ensued where she attempted to douse herself with cold water (wasn't it just typical that the taps which normally only dispense cold water would, today, only part with very hot water?). As that didn't work a trip to the drinking fountain followed where two cups were filled and taken back to the toilets.
After successfully bathing the affected body parts in cold water she felt composed enough to return to her work station, collect her car keys and travel home to divest herself of her coffee and tea soaked clothes.
Once back home the clothes came off (no garment had escaped the soaking) and went into a sink full of cold water. The body was then doused with cold water again and a liberal application of Tisserand's lavender gel was placed on the affected areas. Clean clothes were then found and the return to work was undertaken.
Who was this poor woman?
I have to say that it didn't look good for my right leg or one of the sticky out bits of a female's anatomy but several hours after the application of the lavender gel I can say that I have no blisters or red marks; only a slight tenderness. I don't know what I shall do when my tub of gel has run out as, as far as I am aware, it is not produced anymore and it sure is a miracle cure for burns.