Re: The Shankly and Gdynia Railway
Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2021 9:39 am
Old Blighty, coming down the tracks.
Thank you for your wishes for a safe Easter. Having avoided Covid all last year, I was struck by an automobile whilst
out enjoying the night Spring air, never mind I was lit up like a Christmas tree. Upon regaining consciousness upon
being loaded into the back of an ambulance, I politely advised the policeman and the medic that I was quite fine
and would walk the remaining three blocks home. Then I passed out again.
Upon reawakening, I was having my clothes cut off, they being soaked in gasoline from a ruptured fuel line. I had
the presence of mind not to ask for a cigarette. Only a day in hospital, they chucked me out for being so infernal;
dragging myself to the sink when refused water, I spent the remainder of the week in bed watching re-runs of "The
Love Boat," the pain generally distracting me from the listless plot lines.
Filmed "Days of Grace in Armodilloville," as excepting a broken jaw, and a few tiddly winks extending from head to toe,
I was alive to see another day, but lacked sufficient strength to run the good stuff, British OO. I have now graduated from
a borrowed walker to a cane.
Regrettably I was struck by a poor, over-taxed citizen, not a wealthy Arabian diplomat, so the settlement after the hospital
bill (one only get's free medical care if you are an illegal immigrant) should be enough to buy a small set of fishplates. So,
how was your Easter?
Thank you for your wishes for a safe Easter. Having avoided Covid all last year, I was struck by an automobile whilst
out enjoying the night Spring air, never mind I was lit up like a Christmas tree. Upon regaining consciousness upon
being loaded into the back of an ambulance, I politely advised the policeman and the medic that I was quite fine
and would walk the remaining three blocks home. Then I passed out again.
Upon reawakening, I was having my clothes cut off, they being soaked in gasoline from a ruptured fuel line. I had
the presence of mind not to ask for a cigarette. Only a day in hospital, they chucked me out for being so infernal;
dragging myself to the sink when refused water, I spent the remainder of the week in bed watching re-runs of "The
Love Boat," the pain generally distracting me from the listless plot lines.
Filmed "Days of Grace in Armodilloville," as excepting a broken jaw, and a few tiddly winks extending from head to toe,
I was alive to see another day, but lacked sufficient strength to run the good stuff, British OO. I have now graduated from
a borrowed walker to a cane.
Regrettably I was struck by a poor, over-taxed citizen, not a wealthy Arabian diplomat, so the settlement after the hospital
bill (one only get's free medical care if you are an illegal immigrant) should be enough to buy a small set of fishplates. So,
how was your Easter?