i want to eat my feet

this week bernard wants to eat his socks!!!  he is confused why, unlike other toys, his feet don't come to his mouth easily and he finds them fascinating.
winter dropped on us suddenly and our house has gone from cool to draughty.  i have one of those watery colds where warm salty water just flows from eyes and nose as from a tap.  i have employed a yellow muslin.  i always thought hankies were too small.
the novel is a sprawling mess.  i am thinking of hiring a ggost writer.  appropriate as i am on the  letter g.