What Kind Of A Place Is Clacton?
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Greeting From Mrso
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MrsO has asked me to pass on her love and best wishes for a Happy New Year to all her friends on AB.
MrsO has been rather poorly and is in hospital. Appendix and one or two bits that she will no doubt tell you about with her inevitable humour when she is back on line.
She is phoning later for an....I am bored!!!!!! Help!!!!..chat so I can pass on any good wishes or messages. I worry for the medics when MrsO gets bored.
Sunny-Dave.....Would it work if you gave a throwaway email for well wishers to send a cheery/funny message for you to pass on to MrsO when she is home and recuperating? Just to buck her up. Or would there be any problems with that?
Just a thought...don't worry if it can't be done. Gx
MrsO has been rather poorly and is in hospital. Appendix and one or two bits that she will no doubt tell you about with her inevitable humour when she is back on line.
She is phoning later for an....I am bored!!!!!! Help!!!!..chat so I can pass on any good wishes or messages. I worry for the medics when MrsO gets bored.
Sunny-Dave.....Would it work if you gave a throwaway email for well wishers to send a cheery/funny message for you to pass on to MrsO when she is home and recuperating? Just to buck her up. Or would there be any problems with that?
Just a thought...don't worry if it can't be done. Gx
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That explains why my scrabble partner had gone missing :(
People are welcome to send messages to Mrs O via my usual throwaway :
[email protected]
but these won't be passed on until I am sure that she is 'home and hosed' and reading her own mail.
"Get well soon Mrs Marigolds"
Dave xx
People are welcome to send messages to Mrs O via my usual throwaway :
[email protected]
but these won't be passed on until I am sure that she is 'home and hosed' and reading her own mail.
"Get well soon Mrs Marigolds"
Dave xx
Thanks Gness, was slightly concerned as we didn't hear from her over New Year, last posting on AB was Boxing Day. Please tell her we are thinking about her, wish her a Happy and much Healthier New Year to them both (her Hubby only just out of hospital) give her my love and tell her I will email her when she is home. Tell her to behave herself and not to de-capitate anything while in there!!! Lots love Ann xx
Marigolds strewn across the hospital floor,
ABers praying there's no more,
All because Mrs O has appendicitis.
She was fine, or so it seemed,
Over Christmas, before her doctor screamed,
"Oh No! Mrs O has appendicitis!"
But now her bowels make their squidgy decree,
We hate to say it's not too softly,
For its reason is: Mrs O has Appendicitis.
Since A&E took their own sweet time,
Mrs O's insides rang like blowing chimes;
So she screeched at her appendicitis.
When admitted to her room,
She had six gins just in case of doom
The trouble she endured for appendicitis.
We waited in the the Whitby Mackerel from eight o' clock,
Hoping for word from some Sqad of a doc,
Wanting him to say, "Its gout - No appendicitis."
After two hours, Sky TV becomes a bore,
But we waited all the more,
For Mrs O had appendicitis.
Eventually, our patience grew thin,
So all of us traipsed to the room and in,
'Till we found the room that held Mrs Appendicitis.
When Morphine didn't do its trick,
Mrs O needed something that would stick,
She couldn't recall she had appendicitis.
Her Gin made her face turn red,
As she curled in the hospital's bed,
Just another day with gout or is that appendicitis?
Mrs O's nurse thought her noise was a cry,
So she rushed in attempt to try,
To ease the pain one gets with appendicitis.
"Emergency" means "Oh, shyte, move fast,"
But it was ten before the Knifemen amassed,
And told us, "We believe it's appendicitis."
A Tinks-like nurse wheeled Mrs O out,
It seems some ABers are devout
And took her to the hall of appendicitis.
The NHS, of course they hadn't made her bed,
The NHS, of course they didn't keep her fed,
She only had a bit of gout or appendicitis.
They said to have her spend the night,
And though they said not to have fright,
We all knew she had appendicitis.
The doctor took her away from all of us and me,
But she was so morphined high she filled with glee,
That's the last we saw of her appendicitis.
The operation went smoothly enough,
According to the doctor's Mcfluff,
It was an easy case of appendicitis.
If this is so then why, O Sir,
Did you remove her Marigolds to stir,
If indeed it was only appendicitis?
Why would she barf after she would eat?
Why was this all that hard to treat?
If it was as common as appendicitis?
Nevertheless she got through the night,
But Mrs O's anger was quite a sight,
She was in pain from the appendicitis.
And now the wheel-chair will roll her out,
And now she must face life without,
The help of her hapless gin-sodden appendicitis.
That is where you find us now,
But how we got here on AB I don't know how
Someday we'll all forget...
Mrs O's Appendicitis.
ABers praying there's no more,
All because Mrs O has appendicitis.
She was fine, or so it seemed,
Over Christmas, before her doctor screamed,
"Oh No! Mrs O has appendicitis!"
But now her bowels make their squidgy decree,
We hate to say it's not too softly,
For its reason is: Mrs O has Appendicitis.
Since A&E took their own sweet time,
Mrs O's insides rang like blowing chimes;
So she screeched at her appendicitis.
When admitted to her room,
She had six gins just in case of doom
The trouble she endured for appendicitis.
We waited in the the Whitby Mackerel from eight o' clock,
Hoping for word from some Sqad of a doc,
Wanting him to say, "Its gout - No appendicitis."
After two hours, Sky TV becomes a bore,
But we waited all the more,
For Mrs O had appendicitis.
Eventually, our patience grew thin,
So all of us traipsed to the room and in,
'Till we found the room that held Mrs Appendicitis.
When Morphine didn't do its trick,
Mrs O needed something that would stick,
She couldn't recall she had appendicitis.
Her Gin made her face turn red,
As she curled in the hospital's bed,
Just another day with gout or is that appendicitis?
Mrs O's nurse thought her noise was a cry,
So she rushed in attempt to try,
To ease the pain one gets with appendicitis.
"Emergency" means "Oh, shyte, move fast,"
But it was ten before the Knifemen amassed,
And told us, "We believe it's appendicitis."
A Tinks-like nurse wheeled Mrs O out,
It seems some ABers are devout
And took her to the hall of appendicitis.
The NHS, of course they hadn't made her bed,
The NHS, of course they didn't keep her fed,
She only had a bit of gout or appendicitis.
They said to have her spend the night,
And though they said not to have fright,
We all knew she had appendicitis.
The doctor took her away from all of us and me,
But she was so morphined high she filled with glee,
That's the last we saw of her appendicitis.
The operation went smoothly enough,
According to the doctor's Mcfluff,
It was an easy case of appendicitis.
If this is so then why, O Sir,
Did you remove her Marigolds to stir,
If indeed it was only appendicitis?
Why would she barf after she would eat?
Why was this all that hard to treat?
If it was as common as appendicitis?
Nevertheless she got through the night,
But Mrs O's anger was quite a sight,
She was in pain from the appendicitis.
And now the wheel-chair will roll her out,
And now she must face life without,
The help of her hapless gin-sodden appendicitis.
That is where you find us now,
But how we got here on AB I don't know how
Someday we'll all forget...
Mrs O's Appendicitis.
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