All this acting about with cockatoos and tattooes, I've just had a call from Papworth giving me the date of my operation. I'm not so c0cky now - that's took the wind out of my sails a bit. I need to go home and have a lie-down...
the last thing I ought to do is to start thinking of your mushrooms on the operating table - I'm going to be conscious and have to lie absolutely still.... no quivering with laughter or shaking of the shoulders... Bl00dy hell, wish you hadn't said that now - I won't be able to help it now, laying there thinking of your mushroom story.
You're right sqadlet - no big deal really. It's not the op I'm afraid of, it's dying from it for some reason or another. I have a track record for unusual bizarre & strange things happening to me that don't seem to happen to anyone else....
19th Feb - but I have to come off the tablets 3 days before! I usually go strange if I'm 12 hours late with a tablet - I'll be collapsing all over the place by the time the op date comes. I shall be splatting in shops and fainting at work - Mmmm, Keith might have to resuscitate.....mouth to mouth :-)
It would be a bit of an unexpected surprise.... I doubt if he'd be able to hold his probe very steady, and it is imperative to my future wellbeing that he have a steady probe. I should warn him.....?
Slapshot - I must put you right my love - it isn't an op on my rectum, anus or anything to do with my bowels or nether regions, so doesn't really connect to my dream. It is my heart (yes, readers, I DO have one,,, it's been proven). Good thought though ;-)
So far then, visitors are rinkins, sara & barmaid - brilliant idea. But I thgink I'd bust my stitches.... Smuggle in that cheap plonk, I'm sure I could class it as medicinal.