The final part of this little journey of interactive posts for June.
I do hope you have enjoyed this experience as much as I have struggled to complete the tasks I have set myself.
We end our little trip with a true story story that took place last friday morning.
Enjoy.
When Mrs H Fell Down.
t'was friday morn, afore the birds reach the sky
when from my deep slumber i did hear a cry.
twas the voice of none other than my Mrs H
who suggested I reach her and with somewhat haste.
Upon my arrival what did i spy?
But mrs H lying there, a tear in her eye.
"my ankle's popped out! and before i PROLAPSE,
at your earliest convinience call me an ambu-lance?"
DISCOMBOBULATED though i was, i dialed 999
and the lady i spoke to told me everything would be fine.
rushed to the hospital and through A&E
a nice nurse offered to make me and hot cup of tea.
5 and half hours - her surgery lasted
and Mrs H's leg is 60% plastered.
But she is tucked up in bed with her leg in the air
she got crutches and a zimmer and a wierd toilet chair.
But although shes in pain she can still be sarcastic
and asked me whats the meaning of the word ENDOPLASMIC?
So mrs H is not well - she is not SALUBRIOUS.
Mrs H is bedridden and it is all because,
she slipped on gravel which is harder than it sounds
and she crushed her ankle, when MRs H fell down.
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| Ouchy! |
Many thanks to Rob, Addman, Darren and Lily for your suggestions over the past few weeks.
I may do some more now Mrs H is out of the room and I can have the laptop on without dirty looks.
Cheers.