A person who refuses to admit their mistakes can never be successful. If the person confesses and leaves those mistakes, they get a fresh start.
Proverbs 28 : 13

Soon after moving into the house, we realised that the pleasant green wall to wall fitted carpets were carrying little black specks that bit.
We went through the processes and then to make absolutely sure vacuumed often. It was the sad fate of one of my oriental students to experience their fierce ability to cover a body with little red dots like a rash.
The student needed accommodation during the summer break. She came to stay. I explained that I vacuumed often and that she needed to do it at least once a week while we were away. The consequences of not were awful.
It was a bad welcome, but I think she continued to stay with us for a year. We went through the process and vacuumed often.
Thoughts, like fleas, jump from person to person, but they don’t bite everybody.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec (1909 – 1966 Polish aphorist poet)
The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism ; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.
Gustav Flaubert (1821 -1880 French novelist who was considered a leading exponent of literary realism in his country.)
But was there ever a dog that praised his fleas?
William Butler Yeats 1865-1939 was an Irish poet, dramatist, and writer.
If you want to hear William Butler Yeat’s poem When you are old just press on this title.
Take care and continue to enjoy your weekend.
Sandy 🙂
Oh fleas! I experienced going to someone’s house once (can’t remember who) and the whole time my ankles were being bitten by fleas. It was awful, I didn’t stay long. 😟
Oh, it is awful!!! I hope you took all the precautions not to take a couple home!🤣
I remember a couple came home but I got rid of them quickly! 🤣
Oh! I do hope you can get rid of the wee creatures.
Hi Mary
I haven’t got fleas now! This was 20 or so years ago! Never mind, what is time? I hope all is well.
Fleas are the pits. A problem that comes with pets I guess. Sad but beautiful Yeats poem. I somehow missed this one.
It was difficult to get rid of them but we did. It is so long ago now . A memory.