Not related to infidelity because I’ve suffered with this for many years - but a nascent herpetic lesion is currently residing on my upper lip. Apart from being sore and downright ugly, this means no kissing – or anything else involving mouths.
Damn. And blast.
After so many famine years, I’ve really been enjoying the feast we’ve been having over recent months so I hope this curtailment of activity doesn’t reset my appetite.
