Grrr, dere Chatelaine. How very frustrating.
And Grrr, too, at Soo’s DCC gumbies.
And Grrr, Grrr, Grrr to the Waterford (and other) numpties.
In fact, general grrr-ness all round.
Grrr. Gus.
Grrr, dere Chatelaine. How very frustrating.
And Grrr, too, at Soo’s DCC gumbies.
And Grrr, Grrr, Grrr to the Waterford (and other) numpties.
In fact, general grrr-ness all round.
Grrr. Gus.
Am going back to me Chaise - have been up twice already to frow up
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
That is not good, dere Chatelaine.
Commiserations.
Gxxx
Soothing summats forra Châtelaine, and indeed a
Am upright again, wivvan 'eadache
Carinthia.xx
Tellit from me to bugger off, Dahlink.
Gxx
And from me
I will look very hard at it and scare it away
I sincerely hope that all of these kindly wishes have ameliorated the horribleness for our Chatelaine xx Kindly wishes to all, with nebby nosiness regarding our joe.
Soo xx
In Other News:
The Lad has had pains in his legs for the last couple of days, & went to A&E last night
He has another DVT
Sigh & Spit
Carinthia.xx
Dadrat and drabbit it! I shall cross my fins for him like anything.
I have no fins, but possess six legs and four wings, two eyes and two antennae. Crossings will happen.
Soo xx
This is as a result of the removal of lymph nodes from the groin- 2 lots of cellulitis & this, the 2nd DVT
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
Not sure that you, dere Bee, given yer profession, should be recommending crossing extremities at all in the circs.
But fingers crossed here, anyway.
Hooge hugs to our Chatelaine, and a resounding Bah! to the general shiteness of things.
Gxxxx
Thatzz erstwhile, Gus. I, thankfully, have no predisposition to DVT. So, I’ll cross everything in my armoury (apart from my singular sting) to wish all good luck.
Off to bed, soon.
Soo xx
Did you never perfect the casual slap ( “tap”) to a bed-rest patient’s feet to remind them to uncross their legs Or Else? You disappoint me strangely, wee buzzy one.
Sleep well
Gxxx
Dear gawds Carinthia dear I will hug all my trees for the Lad
Especially the contorted hazel as life is twisted in its difficulties for you just now
As a hexpert in having clots I have a small notion of how the Lad is feeling so I send him my sympathy and hopes that it buggas off sharpish
One needs a purpose in life, Gus.
Perhaps we should have a yardaaaaaaaaaaarm
Soo xx
(tseepity zzz)
huh whuh whuzzat?
Excellent idea.
Wake me when the beer’s poured.
Pourity, pourity.
Wakey, wakey!
Soo xx
And wake me when the poor are beered