I have been suffering from impetigo. Don't know what that is? Neither did I. In fact, if Robert Robinson had given me option, Call My Bluff style, I would have opted for "one of the smaller islands of the Bocas del Toro Archipelago".
But no, it is a bacterial infection which I am at least 35 years too
old to get and which has resulted in my face resembling that of an early
I'm not great with such things. I still remember developing what can
only be described as a mountainous zit within my first week of starting
university. My solution was not to leave my room for a fortnight.
Sadly, this sort of option is not afforded to a mother of three, so I
have continued to do the school run without even a paper bag to hide my