Anyway, this morning i found a FLEA...and I know precisely where it had come from...

RIMINGTON.

You see - circa 2003, if I were to buy that 'two snakes' faun cardigan from that French boutique in CLACTON...then I would have to suffer...so once RIMINGTON had learnt that I would choose the cardigan at the bottom of the pile, in terms of size...she then instructed one of her slaves to put a flea into it. She even told me afterwards 'only one flea - it bites you a few times and then it dies'...

Anyway, I remembered the above and washed the cardigan in the bath, the other day...it is now drying upon a radiator...and this morning I walked into the bedroom - to look at where I used to put that cardigan because I used to wear it in bed too keep warm...a bed jacket...upon my wicker 'snake basket' for dirty clothes...now, last night I had put my clothes upon that basket (no chair in the bedroom) and upon my white bra was a largish hopping flea...so I picked up the bra...took it to the basin and washed the flea down the plughole...knowing as I did so that it was all highly symbolic...

yes the flea had bitten me a couple of times but I wasn't at all allergic...and having checked the snake basket and other clothes carefully...no other fleas around...

...and I 'know' that this FLEA was associated with MARK R...PHLEBAS...FLEA-BAS...also PHILEAS FOGG...

MARTINE had given me LIAS yesterday for LIARS...but look at this:

FEE-LIARS

FEELIAS

FEEL-I-AS