After Eight days of incarceration in a hospital bed without excersize except for those of visits to the toilet on wobbly legs and one nurse assisted, it is of little wonder I am back to square one with my mobility, Other horror occasios the recent Tuesday and Wednesday nights around 2AM freezing near naked in the toiet waiting for the nurse, those two occsions of misery approx 45 minutes.the first and the next at least 30 mins. This visit was intended to be similar to previous times, for a pump out job on the nether regions wherein excess Urine seeps. The previous occasion - the 4th I was in and out within one day, and all was well, and despite the hospital having all the details; the appointed Doctor whose name I cannot pronounce and brain I cannot believe has this song and dance tune on LP called "tomorrow I want to see you" on the flip side reads-a song, Its called "Paying off The MERC"." Having listened to his last lot of twaddle, I although weakened from...
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Politicians may not have bells, but they have loud voices and like to brag. We can hear them coming!
Butch said ok, you have all the pulletts and i'll have the six old boilers but to be fair we will race for them giving me a ten metre start five times around the chicken pen, ok say's the cocky new rooster, whenever you are ready, Butch seeing the farmer going out to shoot some pesky rooks in the trees, said 'OK now", butch ran shrieking around the pen and soon after the farmer seeing this shot the rooster chasing butch.
The rooster was replaced several times and each time the same thing happened, an enquiring neighbour asked , what's with all the dead roosters? the farmer replies," had a bit of bad luck buying six Gay roosters in the past week.
Hope you enjoy the sequel.