Knew I loved you for a reason, joe
It won’t be reciprocated, I know, since I think I shall henceforth call you Buffy. Or Buffers.
See, Janie, I am alive, kicking and kickable. And I have cleaned the fridge.
Gxxx
Knew I loved you for a reason, joe
It won’t be reciprocated, I know, since I think I shall henceforth call you Buffy. Or Buffers.
See, Janie, I am alive, kicking and kickable. And I have cleaned the fridge.
Gxxx
Hurrah! forra busy culinary Fish, feeding the needy on Good Things.
We’ve all known Pasty Whores, I reckon. Some people would do anything for a bit of home baking.
O gawd, the washing machine is making woo-woo noises. I didn’t put a ghost into it.
Maybe the incumbent one objects to lavender, or something.
Right. A Gus needs Strong Drink. Brace yerself, Tesco!
You silver-tongued flatterer, you.
Actually, you need all the silver you can get, Buffers dere - stops wee bacterial beasties from their unwelcome frolicking.
And I do wish your little pets would give over, dammit.
Gx
I helped!
[proud sparrer]
[happy erpity]
If you hadn’t’ve done you’d’ve bin left hungry. I suppose there was all that shortbread that they brought with them, and the stollen…
Been Partying have you ?
Carinthia.xx
Food and drink incidental to boardgames.
Still constitutes a Party, Dunnock
I have to do some more wrapping of presents -expected to see the Senior Darlings later in Jan/Feb, but Stepdaughter is coming to WTT on Thursday.A very good friend & former work colleague of hers has died, & the funeral is on Friday
28 years ago this woman’s baby died, the week after The Darlings had gorn to live in Bude, & I represented them at the funeral
Carinthia.xx
Well, I’m orf to me nest, but just pull this string when you feel like a [pourity] anna flump. Look after yerself, me dear…
Pulls string
Hard
Have lorst 5 days
Wouldn’t have minded if it had been fun…
Carinthia.xx
Meanwhile, it appears the correct cocktail of antibiotics has been found. I had a fun ride on my new bed all the way to x-ray in the middle of the night (just back on ward now). More bloods taken, this time for cultures, so it will be 48 hours before I know the results. Fingers crossed…
Everything crossed here Joe
Ever seen a parrot with crossed claws trying to hang on her perch?
She can’t and is uttering gentle squawks of incredible volume about this
I really should not larf at the thought of your funfair trip to X-ray but I am picturing porters playing dodgems with the beds and wheelchairs
And scoring by the number of screams from the impatients
I am convinced that is what they do
And now the cannula has become dislodged and has to be replaced. The medics have decided to take the opportunity to get the remaining bloods they failed to harvest earlier.
Two have made the attempt so far, both fallers.
Could be a long night…
PS
Did I mention the oxygen mask and nebuliser? Playing safe because I tick a few of the “sepsis risk” boxes; personally, I put the wheeziness down to a week spent sharing hit, dry, recycled air with a bunch of sick people. It’s like being on a nine-day flight…
Falling among thieves in one thing. Falling among inefficient blood thieves is quite another. And what about the patient getting some rest? She asked useless!y.
Fond hugs joe. I would almost boil meself but not sure I can trust this bunch to make a proper Hollandaise.
This is where we suck our teeth and despair
a bit and are rescued from our misery by cute kindergartners.
Are you still flight cleared and a!l aerodynamic and stuff?
Because if so, you aren’t trying hard enough.
FREE THE JOE ONE. When he is better, sure. GET IT RIGHT AND MAKE IT SO.
bah!
I’m sure they woke him up to make sure he was resting comfortably.
I am always airworthy but not always fit for flight.
Joe wuz framed. Cake wiv file in it, on the way.
Er.
Better make another cake first, that one’s looking a bit peckitied.
Right
Today’s Joe and sparrer parcels contain a lump of ginger bread loaf with butter
Me made rolls that grew to resemble small cottage loaves before being ovened and grew some more in said device
These are buttered and stuffed with bacon and sossiges
I am carefully wrapping a bottle of Gunpowder gin each for the parcels
Right everyone bacon butties ready
Joe I hope the fambly of visitors are back working today and so NOT visiting
What happened to only 2 visitors to a bed?
When I asked this, whilst visiting the Mothership, I was … through gritted nursing teeth … that this “didn’t meet certain cultural expectations”.
In other words, they’ve tried to manage this but met resistance louder than it was worth.
Five quid per visitor beyond the second?
“beyond the” or “per”?