Close the window on your way out, Spadger. I don’t want mothses finding their way into the hive.
With special thoughts to Twellsy, good nights, all.
Soo xx
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Especially not wax-moths.
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Soo xxzz
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Oh no!! Soo, who pulled yer legs orff? I’ll hunt the bastewards down and feed 'em their own kidneys while they are still awake to enjoy it!
Pitchers? Nightcaps? IV fluids? Anyone?
Gxx
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Wot can I say, Gus? They wait until I’m stocious and just pull me legs off. That’s why I’m sometimes rumoured to be legless. The very idea!
Soo xxzzzz
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[pourity] forran Dehydrated Limpet.
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[grateful gluppity]
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Me too
Please
Carinthia. xx
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I’ve a need for Iv gin
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Consider the Night Sparrer alerted via spadgephone. Poor Twellsy, are you at least in a bed?
Gx
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…and they say the sparrer prowls the hospital corridors at night, lookin’ for an Twellsy to deliver gin to…
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Oh bloody marvellous. Now we have WhirlyPlod.
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We have one here too
Pitcher?
Carinthia. xx
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Arse! We’re rumbled, Darling.
Need you ask? Ta. Glup. Bottoms up!
Gxx
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Blegh. Mornin’ all.
yardarm
nice nest friendly nest oo there’s some gin left at the bottom of this one zzz
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I got a bed in just 8 hours
A defurb old ward
Lots of room a a window zo I have access for a ginsparrer
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Good mornin’ tseep!
[pourity] [pourity] [pourity]
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I do love our sparrer and the crate of gin ismost welcome
As is the rifle to keep the gnursies awy
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Rifle? I threaten 'em wiv extra paperwork.
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