Hi
Glenn,
I'm glad I'm a source of amusement to you! Haha.
I'm also glad that I helped a bit toward the revision.
This might make you smile too (after you've cringed a little!):
During Lockdown I tripped and fell, breaking my elbow
off. Following surgery to re-attach it I had a hideous scar, and my husband suggested I had a tattoo
of a zip to camouflage it. I quite liked the idea, as per your poem. After ten months of intense physical therapy (physiotherapy to the Brits) I got the full use of my arm back, and now the scar is only like a hairline. No tattoo. I hate them, but contrarily I'm a wee bit disappointed, to be honest. What a talking point that could have been.
Jayne