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ah


that explains it



I think!


~~~~~~ Viv

...... before running for shelter

I am now fully recovered from the frivolities of yester eve.

Asprins at dawn for me,better than duelling pistols I find,then back to sleep away the rest of the "slight"headache until the hounds start baying to go out....

Ho hum,all to do again soon,the things we do in the name of merriment.

Am I reading this correctly. You became pixilated and sustained a headache from eating raspberries and cream.

So your significant other doesn't bother with the alcohol. Just administers the dessert. Interesting!!

The raspberries were just I being rude to you lot,but in the nicest possible taste of course.
I had a fair amount of Vodka poured in ,I just added the cream for interest....

But now you mention Him in Doors in jonjunction with said fruit and cream ,Hmmmm I wonder??

How's him indoors doing anyway?

Better Sylvia.He at last has learnt how to do a few more things one handed.
Had his stitches out on Friday and a more comfy plaster put on.Tablets are finished now so he doesnt fall asleep so much,but still cant do up shoelaces one handed so I made him buy some shoes with velcro.
Well I have better things to do with my time than tie shoelaces for him!

Oh yes,and he has rigged up the vice so he can snap kindling wood up in it,but I still have all his sharp objects under lock and key,no more toys for THAT boy for a while.

and wot about the ladies for whom he was chopping the wood when he so spectacularly failed to aim straight?

Oh dear, 'tis that time again. I feel a story coming on. Let me see to stay on the topic it must involve axes, chopping, and a lantern swinging in the dark.

It sounds like your OH had a good turn gone wrong.

Hmmmmm, yes axes and consequences.

In his early youth my OH lived on a dairy farm. Just before Christmas a koala was discovered up a gum tree. OHs dad decided to catch the koala so he could show it to visitors. The first sapling chopped down fell into a second tree.

In exasperation his father put his finger on the trunk of the second tree and yelled to OH ,"For goodness sake, when I tell you to chop, you chop right there".

So OH did, at that exact moment. And chopped off his dad's finger.

Fearing repercussions, like any youngster would, OH bolted for the scrub and hid out. The late afternoon turned into evening and then to night, and OH could hear the farm hands and his mum and dad searching for him.

As his father passed by his hiding place, the lantern he was carrying swung backwards and forwards. By the lantern light, OH could see the blood dripping from the bandage tied around the stump of the finger. The farm dog was bouncing along by his dad's side taking nips at the bandage in the hope it might be edible. His dad was not in a very happy mood.

OH finally decided to give himself up about 10 o'clock at night. He recalls the punishment administered to his backside was not as painful as it might have been. His father's hand was too sore.