You lot are all going to suspect that I’m a hypochondriac soon. As true as daylight, my flu came back and hit me uspide the head. If I hadn’t been so ill, I’d have felt guilty of malingering myself. Any rate, if I’ve left offensive comments, otherwise caused umbrage because of neglecting a friend, or tooted Bohemian Rhapsody out of my undercarriage, I am sorry. I cannot be held accountable for my actions while I am delirious.
And it wasn’t half as bearable as last week’s flu, no Colin Firth this time. Nope, I got Peter Falk, which gave me a terrible fright seeing as didn’t he just die about a week ago? No dead people, thanks all the same, I sent him back wherever he came from. Instead I got Nurse Houlihan from M*A*S*H… Go figure, that’s the kind of luck I’m having.
And limping in for Side View’s weekend challenge; Friday marks the symbolic end to my daughter’s childhood; her thirteenth birthday. I’ve got a busy time ahead and I find myself introspective and sentimental. Time goes by so fast …enough soppy stuff,
here, have a muffin.
Hoo hah! Whatever you do, don’t Google ‘lame and infirm’ … seems it’s the favourite search engine term for the Hell & Brimstone Brigade!