Good Ole Germolene…

I once had a cut on my knee like the boy in the picture – although I never wore shorts like that; bit before my time… Don’t even think it!

I actually still have the scar – I’d jumped from the wall of a newly built house and knelt on what appeared to be a broken, old, brown medicine bottle.  Although it hurt, I looked so tough with my trouser leg rolled up and blood pouring down my leg – well tough until I got home and the tears were theatrically called upon; the reasoning behind tears wasn’t to garner sympathy for the wound but to avoid a crack across the backside for ripping my trousers!

Now then, where’s that tube of germaline, germalean, germolean…GERMOLENE!


About Robert

A fifty-something, retired Celestial Travel Agent. Walked many paths; some good, lots bad. Meandering through the past, plodding in the present, crawling toward the future.
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