h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

That's me coming up in the middle of a field, a la Steve McQueen

You?


Steve McQueen?


Ahhh me oh my*wipes tears*

I do all me own stunts, you know...

Yeerrrs! Tripping over stuff, stubbing your toes and dropping the tea tray doesn't exactly amount to 'doing your own stunts'

Going to go jump the fence on my pushbike

See you in a bit then. I'll just leave this here, y'know, incase

http://www.redcrossonline.org/Family%20First%20Aid%20Kit..jpg

Having just realised it's Friday, I also realised that that made yesterday Thursday..(I know, genius!)...and that we were supposed to do a caffofag, and I forgot, clean went out of my head. It's currently full of paint fumes and brick dust. Total immersion in chaos and disorder and playing 'make a silk purse out of a sow's ear' with the aid of power tools. My house is now like swiss cheese...holes everywhere



*sits on naughty step*

No worries, you're forgiven for that...

'sept Trogster now has your Mr T's throatie germs - I won't arske the obvious question

( They haven't, have they?)



Jess gis a call whenever youse free fer us. Trog is working Sat and Mon so no Ban Collie Day fer us

A mirage made in heaven? Fnur! Highly unlikely, but a damn funny idea

Ends up, it's the tonsilitis thingmys yet again, as I thoughtSaw a jolly good doc this time around though, accepted and agreed with the 'let's not do antibios if we can possibly help it' thought. Gave him some stuff for hayfever though, as it's really collared him this time and the extortionately expensive herbal hocus pocus I bought for him didn't work

Bad crap = pointed out a mole I was concerned about, and she felt it needed further lookings at, so we have an appointment in July to see a mole specialist bod. So, two months of scaredy pants worryness before we find out what's what

It's likely to be next week afore I can do a meet up. This is all taking so long as I'm a total Scopey now, and can only do bits at a time, but I have to keep going while I can and to get it finished...well, this bit of it anyway. Just the lounge, hall, bathroom and kitchen to tackle next
But deffo next week for caffofags at some point, just don't go laughing when you see me, have to wear the splint thingys pretty much all the time now and I've had to dust off the walking stick and bring it out of hiding

Two faces -

one for the doc making you wait 2 months ( 2 months?!?!?!? What's that all about??) to see a doc

and the other for the splinty thingy and stick.

take it slow, hon. Please.

I'm hobbling about because my knee has given up the ghost (again) - It is complaining because I made it do stuff it didn't want to do. Spoilt git.

My lil man's been given antibios. I have not filled the script yet though. I looked in his throat - it's bright red - viral, innit? ( innit...?)

See you when I see you?

Fried egg 'wich with painty bits and coffee break

First, taking it as easy as poss, given that stuff needs to be done and if I don't do it, then it don't get done. The crap bits aren't going to go away, so, just got to work round them innit?

Twothly, I was given a choice of hospitals that do paed molexaminations, and you makes yer choice and books 'em online. Given the choices, and having pretty extensive experience of just about every hospital in London, I opted for the one just up t'road from us as had the earliest appointment and it's still new enough to at least be clean.

Threethly, probably is viral, might not be though. Either way, tends to go of it's own accord, eventually. Personally, I'd hang fire for a couple of days, see what happens, and if it worsifies, least you got a script to cash in and use of need be.

Yah! Boo! Hiss! To rubbish knees and unworky body parts in general. They smell

Not if I see you first. BoomBoom!

*opens mouth to start saying stuff*

*sees the time*

*gasp*

lilschool

*shoves a in agog gob*

Bah! Is it that time already?

Best tell the Deppster it's time to leave then

I missed that post

Just watched the Libertine and all rolled into one.

Want it?

*dangles deeveedoo in front of Jangly's nose*

*sits up and begs* (for the second time recently)

*runs round Wilma's legs*



*rolls over and plays dead*

*lays down, does cute whining and puppy dog eyes*

http://animals.timduru.org/dirlist/dog/BrownDog-CutePuppy-FaceCloseup.jpg

Oh I see - perfectly happy to do the whole cute schtick for Wilma, but not so much as a scamper for my biccies

n'awwwww so kewt!

*tickles Jangly's chin hairs*

It's yours, hon. Living in my since I posted that

oops, sorry Trin, didn;t see you there, all green and odd-looking...

Well, you know what it's like, you head down the shop and there's a windowful of Jangleys all bouncing around, but you always have to go for the lethargic one that's snoozing in the corner 'cos she's cutest and then when you get her home she won't go running for biccies or anything

Trin, sweetheart, what you need to understand is, there's biccies and then there's the Deppster, and then there's the whole non-comparable thing.



*licks Wilma's face*