Saturday, February 09, 2008

Miracle Cure

Just as I turn the corner between life and death, She Of The Town House is banging on about some sniffle she has picked up from goodness knows where and is exagerating to call a cold.
Women!

7 comments:

startare said...

Nice to see you are back among the living! That hasn't taught you any human sympathy, apparently, not like near-death experiences in American films. But then maybe life is not an American film.

Jayne said...

Lol....

( I can't think of any other words for now)

Hope you are better!!

startare said...

As usual, google ads add a sense of perspective, although I am not sure that is the intention: an ad for some "baby flu checker" comes on the right hand side of your latest post. Another surrealistic encounter was an ad for the French version of "Hello!" promising juicy insights into the private life of Olivier Besancenot (a very proper leftist politician) that came up when I checked out the Trotskyist election manifesto.

Vi said...

oh course, it can't be anywhere near as bad as yours!!!!

buffalodick said...

Hope you had a little fun giving it to her...

Unknown said...

Welcome back to the land of the healthy!

Sparkle Plenty said...

Oh, dear lord! She's been assailed by Whine Flu*!

*Not to be confused with the martial art of Whine Fu in which two opponents attempt to best each other through an escalation of increasingly complicated complaints.