Friday, 16 March 2007

rock

The trouble with forgetting to take your happy-pills away with you for a three day weekend is that although when you come home you start taking them immediately, there appears to be this kind of time-lag thing that happens that means that you go a bit mad a few days later.

So today, I have mostly been rocking too and fro and mumbling.

Gah.

Tomorrow, we go to Wallasey to take Kate out for a birthday / Mother's Day meal. Hopefully I will have stopped rocking by then, even if I'm still mumbling a bit. It's the first time I'll have eaten anything more than cake in public for nearly three months and I am very much looking forward to it.

In other news, I think that George The Barnvelder Cockerel is going to have to go. He's getting quite narky in a Violent Attack Cockerel kind of way; and I saw him eyeing up someone-and-their-dog walking up the road in a worrying fashion yesterday. Hopefully there will be a brief gap between a complete cessation of vomiting and my becoming the size of a whale which will mean I can off him with my faithful broomstick.

For today, that is all. I am going to bed.

9 comments:

  1. Yikes! Here's hoping the withdrawal symptoms end soon!

    Poor George, he's just been misunderstood, I'm sure. Make it a quick death, will ya? ...

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  2. Yikes! Here's hoping the withdrawal symptoms end soon!

    Poor George, he's just been misunderstood, I'm sure. Make it a quick death, will ya? ...

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  3. Take care, hon.

    We had to top a cockeral we had a few years ago, as he was really viscious with the hens and getting worse.

    That fuc&er weighed 9lbs, even without his feathers and innards!!

    He made a good curry.

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  4. Take care, hon.

    We had to top a cockeral we had a few years ago, as he was really viscious with the hens and getting worse.

    That fuc&er weighed 9lbs, even without his feathers and innards!!

    He made a good curry.

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  5. Depending on what your aim is like you could always try getting him with a stream of eclair-inspired vomit. Even if it doesn't kill him it ought to take the wind out his sails a little!
    Although maybe not. You don't want the RSPCA round asking if you're the woman who pukes on chickens.
    Just forget I said anything.

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  6. Depending on what your aim is like you could always try getting him with a stream of eclair-inspired vomit. Even if it doesn't kill him it ought to take the wind out his sails a little!
    Although maybe not. You don't want the RSPCA round asking if you're the woman who pukes on chickens.
    Just forget I said anything.

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  7. Perhaps slip some happy pills into George's feed?
    Just a thought....

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  8. Perhaps slip some happy pills into George's feed?
    Just a thought....

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  9. Whacking cockerels with broomsticks is HAWT. ;-)

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