Wednesday, July 01, 2009

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....

15 comments:

Lindsay said...

Hope the mites have bitten the dust so to speak. No mites in your hair? I bet there are !!!!!

Mopsa said...

Tea-towels meet iron? When? Why? Noooooooo! But you looked quite the thing wrapped up in the linen mask.

Twiglet said...

Love the look but just don't go out on a dark night!

Rachel said...

If you are a wife who irons teatowels, why isn't the Glamorous Ass a husband who does mucky jobs like henhouse mite massacres? UR Not Doing It Rite, as they say....

elizabethm said...

You look the business I must say. Is it possible to scare mites away?

ChrisH said...

Well, it's good to know that the mites will have something educational to read before they get the Puff of Doom!

What's the next outfit going to be?

Elizabethd said...

Hmmm, jsut a touch 'terroriste' I think.

TIGGYWINKLE said...

So glad to hear someone else has a rag bag.Old vests, face cloths, and tea towels make their way into mine.
I have to admit,I iron my tea towels too. My children think I'm nuts.Hope you are not itchy tomorrow.

Wipso said...

Love the new look :-) Not sure it will start a new fashion though.
You will be pleased to know I've taken the plunge and written my first blog!!! [think I need a few lessons though in how to really get going.

Calico Kate said...

Glad I'm not the only one to iron teatowels! They fit so much better in to the drawer don't they!
CKx

Pondside said...

Really, Mountainear, you set the bar far too high for most of us......mite dusting and history. I'm lucky if I can manage to get out of the henhouse without banging my head or stubbing my toe - anything more esoteric is beyond me.
PS I enlarged the photo of your head and thought I could detect a critter or two on your blonde hair.

mountainear said...

eeeek!

LittleBrownDog said...

Yes, really hope the stuff you're not supposed to breathe in does what it's supposed to. I have much loved and favourite tea towels, too - mostly floppy linen with very faded prints. Would have loved that one about Nelson. I really hope there are not mites in your hair, or anywhere else in your vicinity.

Diary Farmer said...

Who was that masked woman? and what have you done with Tonto?

The Eyechild said...

Mum you look like some sort of Fedayeen or Ninja.