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Some things don't dawn on you right away. I had this strange week when I was tossing and leaping about in bed at night. Most times I would wake up around 3.00 or 4.00 in the morning wondering what had woken me. I put it down to stress... you don't earn big bucks in London unless you're under pressure at work - so a few sleepless nights are just part of the work. Sure - it shouldn't have to be this way, I know, but that's life in the late 20th century.
It all started to come together when my very young girlfriend, Vanessa - (yup she's 16 years younger than me, (er... that makes her 32 years old) so eat your heart out you late-forty-year-olds) - started scratching her head... a lot! She comes over to my London pad most weekends, and most times nothing bad happens, just a couple of days spent enjoying each others company away from our busy working lives, and sharing our common love of Biology & Microscopy. Gee... just when did all this bad stuff begin now... it seems like its been going on forever? Ah... yeh... about a month ago, just towards the end of the xmas break!
Van is a school teacher, you know - the studious quiet type - except when she's with me. After a hard slog at the end of term being observed almost incessantly by the 'thought police' O.F.S.T.E.A.D Inspectors she was in one hell of a mood to let her hair down and have some fun over the holidays.
We had gone out that Saturday night. She wanted to go clubbing, not my favourite scene - but
she wanted to let off somesteam
on the dance floor. And boy... when my Van dances... she is really sexy. She nearly danced most of the night away
but we managed to get back to the pad in the early hours.
I guess we weren't to know that a few other warm-blooded creatures were looking for somewhere to nestle up to and do a bit of partying themselves!
Things broke one Sunday morning, one of those real ice-cold winter days, when everything outside the bedroom window looked as if it was suspended in a huge transparent Cryogenic tank - waiting for life to return some time in the future. I just wanted to turn over and snuggle up to the warmth of Van sleeping next to me. I love the smell of her... especially her hair. God knows what she washes it with but it always smells of summer and lazy days, like fruit and flowers with a dash of hope for days yet to live and enjoy. Yup, I guess I am an old romantic at heart - just don't tell Van on me... she thinks I'm a cynic!
Anyway, I was pushing my face up close to the back of her neck when I noticed this red rash just
below her hair-line. It looked real sore. Van has great skin, pale white, like best porcelain. I started to wonder
how much gold there was in that necklace I bought her for Christmas. She just can't wear anything less than 24
carat: get a cat to breathe on her and her china-white skin goes bright red and inflamed quicker than you can down
a good whisky.
Over breakfast, I mentioned it. She said the rash had been there for a few days and she thought
it might be the necklace, but it was nearly a week later before I really started to wonder about it. I found I
was waking in the morning and finding tiny bumps on my chest, my back, and my legs. The weather had
gone unusually mild for this time of year so I thought maybe El Nimo was bringing a few midges out early, tricking
them into thinking it was spring, and they were getting into my bedroom at night: wrong
"Oh Larry, that's probably it! I've been scratching my head all week...
I never even thought of it. Can you look through my hair and see if you can find anything?"