Treating a sty with a wedding ring - does it work?
OUR layout girl is a great sport. Her name's Majella and she's from Ireland.
And the other day she let me rub her gold engagement ring in my eye.
Maj was very nice about it. A little rinse under the tap and she was ready to slide it right back on her finger.
That's my type of girl - the kind that's not grossed out easily.
If I liked the ladies, and her man Danny hadn't already made his move, I might just.
See, I could feel a sty brewing on my left eye. And we all know the only cure is a gold wedding ring directly on the problem area.
Maj's band seemed to do the trick.
Though it may be a quick fix - it really should be a wedding ring.
Call me crazy but I truly believe that old wives tale. I grew up with it, thought it was gospel.
If I ever had a sty mum would whip off her own diamond and apply it to my peepers.
A sure-fire fix every single time.
But the majority of the office had never heard of this particular remedy before.
They told me I was insane. And looked on like I was a complete and utter nutter as I polished my lids with Maj's jewels.
I'm also a bit of a 'Bless you' Nazi.
If I sneeze I expect someone to say it. A friend, a colleague, even a complete stranger in the shops.
I say it a ridiculous number of times each day to my buddies at The Observer.
When I told my workmate David Sparkes why he told me flat out I was an idiot.
"So your soul stays in your body and the Devil keeps away…" I trailed off, feeling stupid.
I know it's dumb. I'm generally a fairly rational girl.
But I ain't taking any chances.
I'd love to hear the old wives tales you believe. Email firstname.lastname@example.org.