I have an earache. It's actually quite sore. Posted it on facebook, as you do, and people immediately (and helpfully) came back with suggestions on how to help with the pain aspect.
One of these suggestions (warm olive oil and cotton wool) reminded me of the time I put warm olive oil in Himself's ear. I heated the oil in the bowl of a spoon, like me mammy used to do, and had himself test it to check that it wasn't too hot. He said it was grand and he then sat down and tilted his head sideways.
Who knew, although we do NOW, that what your finger thinks is a respectable luke-warm temperature isn't necessarily how your inner ear sees it. Your inner ear, it seems, things that respectably luke-warm is in fact akin to being napalmed. From the inside out.
He cried and cried. So did I. But with laughter. He still married me though.
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