Itchy-scratchy - part 2

The Necromite arrived this morning - a big bag of a very fine powder to be puffed into all the nooks and crannies in the hen houses. I read the COSSH datasheet, thinking it unneccessarily alarmist for a product described as environmentally compatible, non-toxic, non-corrosive and non-flammable. Just don't breathe it in. Respirator recommended. Aha. That's why today, I have mostly been wearing....a tea towel. What do you think?
It's a look which when combined with my anti-mite shower cap does not have much of a future. In fact it's pretty grim - but it did the trick. So far I'm not suffering any ill effects and I hope the mites are falling like, well, mites even as I type.

Keen observers will notice that my tea towel is not the finest in the kitchen drawer. It has seen much better days. It is one step away from becoming a polishing cloth in my Glamorous Ass's rag bag. It deserves one last moment of glory.

It is from this tea towel, given to me by my brother @nt, that I learned how, in 1805 in the Cornish village of Madron, the news was received of the British fleet's victory at Trafalgar. Here the first church bells rang out in celebration of that victory and marked the death of the Admiral Lord Nelson in battle. The words painted on the hastily made banner which was carried in procession to the Church are printed on the tea towel. I have ironed them so many times they are now imprinted on my brain too.

'Mourn for the brave, the immortal Nelson’s gone.
His last sea fight is fought, his work of Glory done'

See how with a little imagination both ironing and poultry-keeping can be quite instructive.

PS The picture of the banner above has been sent to me by my brother - and is not, repeat Not, an indication of the state of my tea-towel drawer. Humph. The very thought....