Adjel, the wannabe executioner

Imagine this. Rogeeee has low back pain. Hot baths..no good. Heated bean bag..no good. Pack of frozen peas..no good. Aileen Roy rides to the possible rescue with the 'Boots Brand' battery operated, all singing, all dancing ,using smoke and mirrors, electrical ray gun with sticky pads like flies feet.
'Place the pads on the affected parts and 'lightly' raise the electrical output until comfortable, and feel the pains slip away and dissolve'

Cack.

Enter from stage left the 'Silent Amp' aka Adjel who, of late, is somewhat more than keen to disable me using any source whatsoever.
"I'll do it for you Dad, come here, I've seen this on television" (note to self, I remember the last thing she watched was a documentary on illegal Spanish abattoirs)
So, the patches were placed in the strategic places and a light current employed.
"Can you feel anything yet?"
"Not yet mae looves, what number do you have it on?"
"Number one"
"Put it a little higher then"
"Ok"
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Have you ever seen a demented caterpillar writhing in a spider's nest? Whizzing around all over the shop? That was me having gone from a healthy number one to a crippling fifteen. So a quick self examination in a mirror revealed four perfect disc like marks in the small of my back, glowing like a bird's eye view of an active Mt St Helens.

I am now sniffing Diet Coke and going back to the drawing board

Bye mae looves

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