I had a visitor last night. She left me an enormous gift.
When I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, I saw it.
And saw it and saw it and saw it.
I used to like my visitor. We were nearly even friends. But our relationship did not get past that of contemporary colleagues.
I can only assume she didn't recognise me in my new body.
She was always poor at research.
And now, I've had to live with her gift all day.
Who is she and what did she give me?
Why she's Pustulis Pustulii. Otherwise known as: The Spot Fairy.
You can imagine what she gave me. Right on my forehead.