I, too, wonder about the Fishly Froat and gloopiness.
Twellsy - has your treatment gone well?
Carinthia is out on the town - have a great time, Dear.
I love the Hen And Toaster installation, joe!
Soo xx
You are a Valiant Fish indeed. And I very much hope the worst of it will be over by tomorrow. Fiendish ginger drinks. And honey.And Vaseline for the nostrils. Himself used to get horribly sore. That may of course have had something to do with the frequency and zeal and theatricality with which he blew his nose, but it was very rotten for him nonetheless.
I would suggest hot half’uns, but whisky isn’t your thing. Rum?
Before bed, that sounds like a Good Plan. Possibly even a Very Good Plan.
Now, what would the collective wisdom recommend for buttockalgia? Legs as well, but ittiz mainly and literally a pain in the arse. Not exactly life-threatening, and a lot more bearable than a full-blown cold. Introduced mainly for comic effect, in fact. But the Gusly bum is hurty!
I have experienced this type of hurty nonsense. It has occurred when I have been sitting for long periods - painful the day after. My only suggestion is to keep moving, Gus. Voltarol gel is quite good.
I have a drop or two of Glenmorangie for That Fish.
Soo xx
Don’t drink it all at once. It’s a one for sharing, tbh.
BiL (the interesting Scottish one) and I used to drink a malt whisky on every occasion available. I knew and liked the taste of most of the Scottish varieties, but now could only make an exception for Glenmorangie - such is my magnanimity, Fishers.
Soo xx
But I once sat out a five-day Test at the Oval. Inured to sitting, that’s me.
Doing inelegant stretching. In between singing unauthorised vetsions.
G xxx