More Hiccups
Some recurrence of nasties meant not quite fit enough to come home yet. Better luck tomorrow, maybe.
Meanwhile, thanks to angels- in-law, the wee cottage that awaits his return is transformed into a pristine haven of perfumed cleanliness. A squad of rookie Columbans eagerly stand by to indulge our man's every need. Smell the Flash. See the new halos glint like fairy lights.


4 Comments:
Hiccups: nothing that a large dram of the 'beg, drunk upside down of course,won't cure!!
Irish
Dear Mags
You write so beautifully and graphically and never fail to bring tears to me eyes both of sorrow for what is to come and joy that you two have had so much happiness and love together for so long and especially during this dreadful passage. I would wish you both back in your own 'magic little place' but as long as Dougie is being so well cared for then wherever and whenever you are together is a 'magic little place.
Love
Frank & Betty
Have just hear from Duff that the man is not only home but making bread!!! I can just imagine the two of you sitting on your toadstools in the courtyard nibbling hot bread!!
Sweet dreams.
Love
Frank & Betty
Incidentally, Johnny - get some new jokes!!!!
Baking bread at this time of night? I can almost smell it from here. Please keep me a slice for my next visit -- and leave the kitchen as you found it!!
Duff
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