Ferretfingers first started wearing ear defenders as a child because his aural hypersensitivity made going anywhere where he might be subjected to piped music a nightmare. They have become a permanent attachment which he only removes to sleep, bathe, swim* or under duress.
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Ferretfingers had a tantrum, was sent to his room and hurled various things out onto the landing, including his ear defenders. Whether he’d snapped them in half and dismantled them before throwing them out, or whether their being cloven in two and more bits was caused by hitting the bannister rail, is a moot point. Whatever – he is now using a pair of my ear muffs instead. Quite discreet, knitted pink and grey fairisle kind of knitted covers on the ears. Very fetching.
Thunderthighs is finding it very noisy in the loft due to the gales we are having at the moment. So he came downstairs and asked for ear defenders. I told him Ferretfingers’s were broken but he’s welcome to my other pair of earmuffs. So he is now sporting the fake leopard fur muffs I bought in Warwick with les-girls (Dr E, Mrs Fitz and Bess Cavalier egged me on!)
My iron took its final dive off the ironing board and cleaved itself as well.
However the Sheffield inheritance included a Tefal steam iron which has been sat in its box in the cwtchdanstar since and has now come into its own. But I do need a new, decent, unbent ironing board.
Oh - and the closing mechanism has bust on our bedroom window so it’s a tiny bit open all the time. New windows next summer folks. They were put in July 1992 (the year Phil died which is why I remember it so well!)
Bess Cavalier There you are, we knew they were just what you needed
*and even then he wears earplugs as leisure/sports centres insist on inflicting the manager's choice of music on patrons.
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