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Sympathetic < wince > for a Suffering Fish
The good thing is that the post-nasal drip lasted for only thirty-six hours; also, Covona seems to be keeping the cough mostly at bay, though tonight will be the test.
Both sympathy and fellow feeling from me. I just hope you don’t have the same cold I managed to get - I’m still coffing and snotty now, on day 10.
Not the same cold then, phew!
So I hide in the gazebo. All right, it’s a gazebo wiv gigabit Ethernet. But I lose enough mental capacity to heat (not to mention fighting off Fishers’ cold) that I’m actually enjoying television.
[looks Concerned, in a Sparrerly direction]
Actually, I have been enjoying television too. Life on Mars on iPlayer.
I have been watching, with concern, Hellsfjord
Concern for myself, thatizz, as it’s gross, vulgar and gruesome. Only two episodes to go - tomorrow’s wee treat. This is not a recommendation, merely an honest account of what yer bee has been inflicting upon her ‘brain’. I have laughed out loud on quite a few occasions.
We had our first (and possibly last for this year) BBQ, this evening. Herring was involved and was very tasty, although the benefits of not grilling it in the hive were offset by the stink of smoke throughout.
‘My life!’, as people are wont to exclaim 'round these parts.
Soo xx
Sounds right up my gate, wee Bee. Whereas Life on Mars just did a bit of ‘heartwarming’ at me. Without there being a warning at the beginning of the programme or anyfink. That is just wrong.
Just go with the flow Gus. Gin?
How’s the hurty hoof?
Soo xx
Hurty. And obviously accelerating fluid loss in some mysterious fashion, since I find myself somewhat thirsty now you come to mention Gin.
I think I may join you. Another exhausting yet exhilarating day in the studio.
So which end shall we start?
Gentle pats on the hurtiness, Gus. Have you, yet, conducted extensive research on t’internet? Or, consulted a proper health professional, as to the cause? I am not such, but am taking a stab (sorry) at plantar fasciitis. Should I be right (which is highly unlikely) I’d like a bag of whichever Oriental-type ingredient as you deem fit to send me Seriously, I have no clue, but I wish that you weren’t suffering.
Soo xx
Plantar fasciitis is one thing I know it is not, it being swelling over the instep and electric shocks into the toes when I walk on it in some ways (and having had brushes with pf in the past). It is a bore, but not exactly life threatening. The really boring thing is that I need to get a toe on the other foot seen to as a matter of moderate urgency, which potentially means two sore feet (which is not doubled, but quadrupled, whining in here, as it is always a geometric progression )
A culinary observation from our pianist:
“We don’t actually eat raw fish in Japan. It comes out of the sea ready-cooked”
Nice to know bad taste isn’t purely an occidental preserve.
As long as we approach matters systematically, is that important? < slurpity >
Fair point.
So no freebies, then?
Moderate urgency suggests rather more pressurised to me, than to you, Gus. I’d be more than willing to listen to exponentially multiplied whining, should you be willing to share. Let’s have a few tasters at joe’s excellently stocked gin bar.
Soo xx
Let’s!
(didn’t understand about freebies, which is no doubt me being thick again: sorry)
You don’t want to hear about the portion of toenail that is growing inside me flesh and producing a palpable bump on the tip of the toe, do you? Thought not