...that's the ideal time for a good kicking, and so it proves.
R brought Daddy a present home. She's very generous, you know. Especially as her runny nose had all sorts of hidden bonus symptoms by the time it got to me. I started to slip into serious Man-Flu last night, then woke up this morning feeling like s**t, which is a bit like shit, only more dramatic.
To give her credit, R has been attentive with the Doctor's bag, sticking various plastic toys into ears and up nostrils, etc. She told me that I had "Mushrooms in your ears," and on the plus side my mouth was full of "Lots of teeth."
The best bit comes when she pulls out the plastic hammer for testing my reflexes. I really don't know where to begin with that one...
I'm seriously annoyed that I seem to have caught a cold for the second time in two months of this miserable summer, but my anger turns to darker mood, as it seems that the cold has inspired a new piece of experimental music, where the invisible man picks out a tune on my legs with a pitch-fork, and I howl and whine and swear accordingly. I'm thinking about making it a free download. Less a breathy Je t'aime, more a discordant "Je suis dans la douleur" spat through gritted teeth (and, hey, if the translation sucks, remember the circumstances).
And so, while I remain confident that I shall fly again, the runway has been dug up (like the rest of Hackney-don't get me started...), so instead I must offer passengers a complimentary drink of whine and a bag of going quietly nuts...
R brought Daddy a present home. She's very generous, you know. Especially as her runny nose had all sorts of hidden bonus symptoms by the time it got to me. I started to slip into serious Man-Flu last night, then woke up this morning feeling like s**t, which is a bit like shit, only more dramatic.
To give her credit, R has been attentive with the Doctor's bag, sticking various plastic toys into ears and up nostrils, etc. She told me that I had "Mushrooms in your ears," and on the plus side my mouth was full of "Lots of teeth."
The best bit comes when she pulls out the plastic hammer for testing my reflexes. I really don't know where to begin with that one...
I'm seriously annoyed that I seem to have caught a cold for the second time in two months of this miserable summer, but my anger turns to darker mood, as it seems that the cold has inspired a new piece of experimental music, where the invisible man picks out a tune on my legs with a pitch-fork, and I howl and whine and swear accordingly. I'm thinking about making it a free download. Less a breathy Je t'aime, more a discordant "Je suis dans la douleur" spat through gritted teeth (and, hey, if the translation sucks, remember the circumstances).
And so, while I remain confident that I shall fly again, the runway has been dug up (like the rest of Hackney-don't get me started...), so instead I must offer passengers a complimentary drink of whine and a bag of going quietly nuts...
Maybe you should watch this when Spike is around next!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7g6LenMQ5E&feature=related
Hi there, just read your story in Lifestyle Mag. Am just wanting to inform you of a company called Disability Matters run by Dr. Stephen Duckworth. You sound like just the kind of guy he would be looking for! Anyway, look them up and see if you're interested in them first of all. Good luck with the writing.
Best wishes,
Marian Sheibani