Hiya.
Don't get too close to the monitor, I have a hacking corf, a sore throat and a multitude of other symptoms. It would take too long to explain them all here but I am the epitome of a truly stoic Englishman. Do I go looking for sympathy? Do I play on every symptom? Do I act the dying duck when anyone comes into the room, or calls me on the phone? Too darned right I do! What point is there being on death's door otherwise? I have Baxter running around in circles waiting on me paw and paw; eating the scraps off of my plate to save me washing up while at the same time jumping up on the sofa where I'm languishing with my laptop and licking the soles of my bare feet! Lovely, as one is just dozing off.
I'm keeping this just short enough tonight to worry my readership enough that they get to sending me loads of comments.
Goodnight my friends I leave you with my personal horoscope and a little joke I thought was rather funny and in my case apt
MY PERSONAL HOROSCOPE: LEO**
I sense a great disturbance in your aura. Lucky balls will haunt you.
On a shopping trip to the city a backwoods farmer bought a 24-piece jigsaw puzzle. He worked on it every night for two weeks. Finally, the puzzle was finished.
'Look what I've done, Jess," he said proudly to a visiting neighbour.
'That's surely something,' Willard. How long did it take you?"
"Only two weeks."
"Never done a puzzle myself," Jess said. "Is two weeks fast?"
"Darn tootin'," Willard said. "Look at the box. It says, 'From two to four years."
Oh, the footballs over! I feel better now.

