By Inchie
78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk!
Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe!
I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
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You’re a poet, but I didn’t know it, tho’ my big feet should show it.
Delightful verse Inchy. Love it.
Thanks a lot Angel. I can’t forget her even now after…. er let me work it out gal… er… Blimey, it’s over forty years! Memories of made of this stuff eh? Taketh care.
Absolutely Inchy. I have some memories of my own from, hummmm, 55 years ago? He raced motorcycles, but died of cancer. Life is strange sometimes.
It certainly is Angel – more so than fiction sometimes.
So sorry to hear that.
I lost my Suzanne to the Big C as well, August 1977.
Thinking of you. X
Ummm….you do know…oh, never mind.
Cute couple really!
True, true… well…
Fair enuf…