We went off to see Mrs. Ghost Writer again today;
it really is amazing how visiting hospitals eats up time. Anyway I said yesterday that it was hoped she
would be heading home today but this was not the case as her temp was a bit on
the high side, and because of the previous list of operations she has had the
doctors are being cautious, which is good but not when you wish to get home.
On the bright side the mad little old lady
next to Mrs Ghost Writer has been moved to another hospital to recover, I think
she may have thought that if she groaned and shouted a lot she may get to stay
on the ward. And her final shouts of my head is falling off and look my arm has
turned into a small horse while attempting to impersonate a seagull thinking it
was a sure sign of Bird flu, fell on deaf ears as she was wheeled away. I was a little taken back by her final words
as she vanished round the corner out of sight which were . . . . . . I know where you live and have got your
telephone number now . . . . . Mrs Ghost Writer said AH . .
.DAMN, yes I was forced into a difficult position and she tricked me into
telling her your number . . . . . . . . AH DAMN indeed. Luckily for
reasons only known to her she thinks I’m a truck driver who works in the local
old folks home, I was curious about this but declined from asking, as I felt I
would probably get confused with the answer.
Now I have said that my
life in cyberspace is all rather linked to the Ghost Writer and Mrs Ghost
Writer and one of the very curious things about it at present is I am making my
own meals. Yes I know that is very very curious indeed, but if does show one
thing and this is for every action there is a reaction (yes a common saying), However
the point is in life the reaction is not always the one you anticipate and
things can easily go in directions you don’t plan, like cooking your own
dinner. . . . I really wish more world leaders would take note of this, but
they are foolish and never do and with them the consequences can be a right old
mess with a Huge M.
Finally after drawing the
doctors yesterday, I noticed that some of the nurses might be vampires, well
this is only a small observation as a result of today’s drawing but I may wear
some garlic tomorrow just in case. It would certainly explain why you can’t get
a good steak in a hospital. . . . . .HAH HAH HA HAH HAH AH HAH HAH AH Hah h h
hahah ah ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah
I wonder if a garlic hologram would be effective? If not, you might try removing most of the inside of a garlic cluster until only a gram was left as a outer layer. Then this would be a garlic hollow gram. Being real garlic it would probably work and put less strain on your neck in the form of a necklace.
ReplyDeleteI may have miss-read your idea Mr ESB I now have a rather angry Hollow Gran . . . . . .HAH AH HAH AH HAH HAH HA HAH HA HAH HAH AH HA HAH AH HA Hha ha ha ha h
DeleteI wasn't eXactly sure what an English gran is, so I substitued the American version meaning grandmother, and then hahahahaha'd as weLL.
DeleteHa! Just after I left your blog I went to my e-mail and the veRy first thing in my inbox was from annthegran.com, an embroidery website.
DeleteWhat a strange world it is.
DeleteIs annthegran a bit like whosetheman.
There may not be a lot of steak, but there is quite often some delicious gammon if you check the medical waste bins round the back.
ReplyDeleteGlad Mrs Ghost Writer is on the mend, even if she isn't home yet. Let's hope the vampires don't bite her.
So, it's back gammon ? Hahahahahahahahaha
DeleteI dont think Shrewsbury hospital run to such luxury as gammon (or Mrs Smith as it was known in a previous life) Mr Addman . . . . And Mrs Ghost Writer is back home today, so the slow return to normality should start . . . . .
DeleteI think back gammon is a bit of a rich man's gambling game so you cant play without a good stake HAH AH HA HAHHAH ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahahahh ah ahhh ha hah ah ha
ha ha ha ha !!!! "steak/stake"
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