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Monday 9 May 2011
Something Rash...
Onetime, when we lived in Drimoleague, my Mam had a rash on her face and somebody told her to put zinc ointment on it, which is white you know, and someone else told her to put tar ointment on it, which is black. Well she put white ointment where 'twas a bit mild and the tar where it was more severe. She forgot all about it then and went cleaning. Well later didn't she answer the door to someone who was looking for my father. He didn't say anything to her but I suppose he didn't know what to make of her. She came in anyway and when she saw herself in the mirror in the hall she left a wail out of her. You could just imagine it. She gave out to us all for letting her out like that. That was the end of the cleaning for that day!
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