Oh, sorry to hear that, joe. Hope you feel loads better soon.
Would you care to elucidate, joe? If I may make so bold…
Soo xx
An interesting experiment, Carinthia - does the chicken soup possess magical qualities if there izz no associated taste/whiff? We should know. You are a marvel for making the blessed stuf while poorly - I’d like to know iff it wozz worthwhile.
Soo xx
That’s a saddening sort of job, dere Soo, so i suggest you get a couple of those glasses down the Beely neck pdq.
Gxxx
Oh dear, joe. Are you being a statistical outlier and Upsetting them?
Much sympathy.
Gus x
Those look… vaguely familiar ;- )
They look abbit delish, to me.
\_________/ < me plate.
Soo xx
Well, having been admitted for an infection on my leg, the first antibiotic nearly buggered up my kidneys. That’s been cleared up (I hope) but since this morning a rash has appeared on my stomach. Probably a reaction to one of the things they’ve stopped giving me, so should clear up as quickly, but still…
Meanwhile, any hopes of a swift and painless recovery are promptly dashed by the neckless (and mindless) prick in the next bed who, when not watching shite like Top Gear or crappy action movies is surrounded by what seems to be his entire extended family and assorted brats. Not saying there’s no place for children in hospital, just that that place is the paediatric ward. Or the morgue. Why these morons can’t stagger their visits, so they can babysit for each other is a mystery. I can only surmise that they can only stray so far from their communal brain cell.
Wee have larfed.
Bad Bees.
Love to our joe.
Soo xx
Statisical outlier and confounder of vampires, ackshually.
Though truth to tell, the blood sample saga seems to have been resolved; the delightful Andreia managed to hit a rich seam on first attempt twice today. She tells me it’s all a matter of experience; back home in Portugal only nurses are allowed to take blood samples - they stopped doctors from doing it because they were sodding useless at it. Her wider comparative observations on the public health services here and there have also been telling…
Soo laughed. I laughed. Where are you, Gus?
EBe fair, Janie - remember the time! I would imagine she’s preparing a stiff bracer in order to get through the next fifteen minutes while retaining some vestige of sanity.
I also larfed at the idea that anyone but a true combattant could draw blud.
Love and stuff,
Soo xx
They are very cheesy.
Meanwhile three identical trays of pastry whorls are behaving in a completely unhelpful way: on is well-cooked, one is beginning to be cooked ish, and one is simply not done even slightly. I have swapped them around in the oven…
It’s the way to go, Fishers. Darn those whorls to heck.
Soo xx
Well, I cannot take Penicillin,as I am allergic to it, so have to rely on ‘Jewish Penicillin’ instead.
I bought this ready-roasted chicken on Friday afternoon as I knew that I had no chicken stock at home
The fact that I started to be poorly on Friday evening is mere coincidence, I’m sure
Joe
I laughed too, & then remembered the family who visited a man across from Mr C’s bed
They wore the same clothes for 5 days on the trot
Carinthia.xx
An I the only one who read that as “pasty whores”?
I hope so!
But when they deigned to be cooked, they were good enough for them all to have been eaten.

his entire extended family and assorted brats
Would these be of a particular variety of travelling Irishmen Joe. Not wanting to be inappropriate or anything but they do seem to mob together somewhat.