Saturday, 12 March 2011

Fug

Phew, the last few days of medication week two fug. Just hung up a few fatballs. They're in line with the windows so I can lie on the bed and watch the birds eat the seeds and nuts forbidden me by the diameter of my stoma. I am utterly exhausted. This time last year I was fixing 12 metres of new gutter fascia and underlay support trays with lots of screws and swearing. Do I prefer lying around watching the birds scarf nuts and England play poor cricket? Screws and swearing everytime.
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  1. Peter Wilson13 March 2011 at 21:17

    We should have some guttering that needs fixing in about 3-4 months time. If you need to get back into practice... ?

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  2. Di C13 March 2011 at 21:43

    As long as you can put up with the swearing! My last pills are on 5th June

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  3. Peter Wilson13 March 2011 at 22:26

    Ooh. We like swearing! Especially random, cathartic swearing. My most recent favourite, from readers' comments on an article about Eric Pickles from The Guardian: "Big Society? Big Dog's C*ck".

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  4. Di C14 March 2011 at 10:18

    Love it! Could join in about Eric Pickles. Maybe citing the anatomy of a big female dog.

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