I went upstairs to investigate an ominous ‘thud’
Thank God it was a laundry stand falling over, & not a bit more of my house dropping orff
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
I went upstairs to investigate an ominous ‘thud’
Thank God it was a laundry stand falling over, & not a bit more of my house dropping orff
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
At least it didn’t go bump in the night, Carinthia!
I hope that you are coping with the breath-holding, Twellsy. I imagine that breathing rapidly must wash out your carbon dioxide stimulus to breathe and holding your breath occasionally may help to rectify this. Wishing you well, as ever.
Soo xx
I think the nice doctor is trying to get the rate of breathing to a more normal rate
36-40 breaths per minute is a touch high
If I do nothing not even croak at folk I am fine
But even eating a meal wears me out so I am puffing like the Flying Scotsman
Pore Twellsy.
Soo xx
Soo will I hope correct me if I’m wrong, but I’d guess what’s happening is that with the pipes not up to scratch you can’t eat (or talk) and breathe simultaneously, so you get short of breath. Happens to me sometimes with sinus problems. It’s a right bugger.
I just want to NOT be a sweaty puffing fat old bag
Gin and a snorkel?
What a wonderful idea Joe
Now about this gin
I don’t have any about me
Could you trebuchet a Boyles my way please?
The county town of the county north of our hovel
[flappity][flappity][flappity][flappity][flappity]
Hmm, Boyle’s…
Think I’ll join you
Budge up on the Boyle’s bench.
Soo xx
That, despite the spelling of Boyle’s, sounds exquisitely painful to me…
Is there room for a little one on the end?
Snork!
Soo xx
I doubt finding somewhere to sit would be a problem…
I 'ope so. Not flying back through that lot sober.
Stevie Winwood, 1980’s in fact.
Really? I never knowed that. Does this mean he was behind the times?
From our Church Newsletter/Bulletin on Sunday:
One of the Nuns is having driving lessons, & needs the services of any kind Parishioners to sit with her for driving practice
Her name is Sr Jude
Ahem
St Jude, for those who don’t know, is the Patron Saint of hopeless causes
Laughs immoderately & Liberates Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
Snork, Carinthia
G xx