I've been ill since Friday. Not your sissy-namby-pamby-under-the-weather-battle-on-regardless kind of illness. That would have been TOO CONVENIENT. I've had some sort of vomiting come diarrhoea bug. Having emptied my entire system several times over, my body attempted to empty itself ALL OVER AGAIN .......(note the vile bile colour here).
Here I sit;no, not lie down; yes SIT, wearing MeWallys' slippers and dressing gown; speaking in whole sentences, hair untouched for the last 4 days and looking more Rastafarian than Rob The Chickens (most excellent local guy).
MeWally came home at lunchtime and answered the door to a TREE FELLER who had been working in the neighbours garden. The guy kept looking past MeWally at the chatty mess on the sofa. I was nattering with Sam on the phone, sorting out paint choices and updating her on my woes and subsequent slip in schedule on her place. I think I sounded quite normal, for me, but said I was wondering what the caller at the door was thinking about me. He KEPT SNEAKING LOOKS IN MY DIRECTION.
She implied that I shouldn't worry about what he thought of me, as, He probably thinks you're an alcoholic!
BLOODY CHEEK : []
The tree surgeon left, then MeWally. I stayed here feeling rather wan and, looking around, noticed (again) the empty wine bottle Graham and MeWally had shared with their meal Friday night; as I lay dying upstairs.
Where was the wine bottle? Out of view of the front door?
HELL NO!!!
It was directly between me and the man at the door : /
HE DEFINITELY THINKS I'M AN ALCOHOLIC
LOL - HYSTERICALLY - INTO MY BEER
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