Twellsy, I am sorry to read this. It’s a Good Thing, however, that you have kindly and knowledgeable people taking care of you.
Soo xx
What a gorgeous horse
Slap a bit in hes mouth and gimme the reins
I have not had my legover a hoss for too long
Indeed. One might go so far as to say ‘blastholes!’ Pore Twellsy
Gxx
Whinge, moan, grone.
All I did was walk across the room and sort of stretch my shoulders backward and forward, and me back went kertwoing. Snot fair.
Lie down & I will hoppity about on it.
Thank you dere Sparrer. Am horizontal.
[hoppity] [hoppity] [pourity] [hoppity]
Our sparrer is a great gin deliverer to those of us what need it cos of illness…
A sparrerly hoppity applied in conjunction with a Cat Compress is very soothing.
Gin would be gilding the lily.
You might want to rephrase—or at least respace—that…
Lily duly gilded…
That, incidentally, is the standard one from the same distillery that produces Boyle’s for Aldi. Very nice it is too.
They’re surprisingly forthcoming about their recipe:
Itizz far from fair, Gus. I very much hope that your spiteful back rearranges itself, soon.
The way things are going, we’ll have to open the Cellar Sick-Bay. Bagsy I’m Nurse-in Charge. Or at least in charge of the tea trolley.
Soo xx
On the subject of Aldi, joe - is Church’s ginger wine available at an Aldi near you? It’s not to be found around these parts, but, I gather, itizz plentiful in Whitstable. Sheesh.
Soo xx
Sending Medicinals fer poorly backs, & the like
Carinthia.xx
You and Soo should get together: a trolley of medicinals wot might actually help. I could put you in the way of some bracing biscuits, too…
Gxxx
Wanna Bracing Biscuit
Waiting fer F’Dave to collect the car, & then I am orff to see my GP
Carinthia.xx
I dunno, a Bracing Biscuit sounds hazardous. I’ve had biscuits which should have been rated as building materials…
How about bacon ‘n’ eggs ‘n’ sossinge ‘n’ black pud ‘n’ stuff, generally?
Not to mention a
yardarm
Now there is a birdie wot knows how to tend the sickly ones
That would be me wiv me lungs and Gus wiv the vertebrae
Only me own, Twellers. It’s not as if I have a collection of other people’s
not any more