by John Riley
Hello again doesn’t the time fly by really fast. Not that time matters to us here in The Ghostly World but you know when down on the earth plane yes it really does get its skates on.
Got one of those little issues thought I’d throw it out to you lot in case one of you is experiencing the same problem.
Wake up with blood all over the mouth. Aye, a right bleeding mess.
The lips punctured terrible, bit through the buggers, if you’ll pardon the cursing. I’ve got these long canines; don’t know if it’s an age thing, receding gums and all that making the teeth longer. Wondered if any of you have the same problem.
Silas reckons I’m clamping down on the lips when in sleep and the canines are biting through into the lip. I have no idea if that’s the reason but the pillow Valentine embroidered for his friend Maurice Blakewater, something of a parting gift when the moment arrives to pop his clogs. Well, I don’t know how I’m going to get the stains out before handing it back. I was trying it out for him; Valentine said I look to have the same head size. I ended up trying it you see, in my coffin I sleep in, let Valentine know it’ll fit just nicely when they lie Maurice down to sleep.
I’ll tell you something else for nothing; I’ve noticed the flowers in the vase don’t seem to last five minutes at the moment. Just wilt and turn black in the blink of an eye.
I’m wondering if there is such a thing like a mouth guard to sleep in, because at the moment it feels like I’ve got the dog’s teeth in my gob.
Catch up with you later. I’ve a visitor coming around tonight. Nice man makes me all hungry thinking about him and I want to get the place ready, as you do.
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