Goodbye to Belly Button Fluff

In a year's time or less I hope to be able to report news as welcome as yesterday's news for annestonefamily.

In the meantime all I can report is the end to the scourge that is belly button fluff.

Could it be that the midwife who delivered me didn't like the look of me, or was it just bad knot tying that made me susceptible to the gravition of fluff towards my belly button?  Whichever it was there must be some reason why a man can take a bath and an hour later be plagued by this scourge.  Perhaps there is a belly button fluff monster who creeps up behind you and chucks it in, making good his escape whilst you are focused on matters more important?

Whatever the truth behind its appearance the fact is that it doesn't discern when is appears and you only become aware of it at the most inconvenient moments.

If you are young and single (or mature and adventurous) then ensure that you remove any evidence of belly button fluff when out on a date.

Being a married man can lead to complacency.  Whilst belly button fluff is not attractive it is not generally considered as grounds for divorcce, so it can slip off the radar a little.  That is until you have to have regular hospital appointments where stomach inspections are "de rigeur".

As you get up onto that "couch" you suddenly realise, "Sh1t, I haven't checked for belly button fluff".  You then have to quickly and effectively dispose of it without being spotted.

It's large, it's dark, it's hairy and fluffy

But it isn't partcularly smelly

It rushes to greet me from all over the world

And it nests in the heart of my belly

It is at this point that I report a change of circumstance.

When the sutures from my laproscopy came off I realised that the kind doctors had made my belly button an impossible target for the "belly "button fluff monster".

It's a small victory, but it feels good.