By Inchie
73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke!
Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe!
I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
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You´re awake earlier than me….. I gotta have a competition, if I wake up earlier you give me 20 pounds and viceversa
No gambling fer me, Charly. Flat broke, no cash left, and can’t get any with being locked-in. Hehe! I owe Sister Jane, Jenny and someone else, I forget who now. One thing I’ve avoided all my life is being in debt. Until Coronavirus appeared. Tsk!
Someone calling me today, volunteer helpers bless them.
I’m hoping a solution can be found. I have a feeling things will be sorted, but I’ve had this feeling before.
Otherwise, a hungry future lies in wait. Hahaha!
Off to get t he ablutions seen to, and dressed, just in case anyone calls on me. Hehe!
Take care Sir, cheers.
Thanks for the reblog.
Thanks for the song, Sir!
You are most welcome.