Up early as I've come down with something. I'm all swollen and bloody itchy (not a nice thing to read ). I'd pop along to a doctor if I could afford it, but the Lady suggests that it's an allergy to something I've eaten. I suggested that broccoli and flack seed thing she tried to feed me to improve out diets on Sunday night but she reckons it might be the lobsters I cooked her Friday night. Poor buggers. I still remember them looking up at me: "please mister, please." Poor buggers. Splosh.
Posted by Guy Brighton on May 24, 2005 at 08:14 AM
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sounds like something fishy though he he - usually with shell fish it will hit you within minutes
where are you itching....there's a crabs joke here somewhere....
Posted by: Davo at May 24, 2005 8:43 AM
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