Poppet: Westley Piddle Summer Fayre.

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Part 5. Poppet

Sparky, wot about stoppin’n’noshin’?

No time, mate

Henry shakes his large head, splashing away the rainlick.

No time for noshing? 

Wot I means is, one: I grab Poppet, two: yu slap muttwit, three: we goes noshing, afters

Load of numbers, init?

Henry mate, just give that big brown muttwit a right hammering and I’ll crunch thems numbers

Crunching? Lyk the sound o’ that

C’mon, let’s finish this

The little and large fourlegs spin left and crash down into the undergrowth following the snifz of Poppet and that worrisome brown muttwit. Sniffy colours intensify the closer they trot.

Need some noshing Henry is panting not really built for speed, only submitting

Hold fast Henry.  Gotta get Poppet back to the fayre before our hindlegs start missing us

Who?  Franks?  Nah, he’s banging the piss in the beer tent.  Thinks I’m under the table

Erh, excellent.  Let’s end this – nows!

Poppet is conflicted. Running away into the sunset ain’t supposed to snifz lyk this. Izit?

Cold, damp, dark, versus comfort, warmth, and safety.  Maybe nows the time to go home to Stonks and enjoy that coffee!

Are we nearly there – erh, anywhere yet?

We are my lover Drizzle stops and turns to Poppet.  

A right solid male lyk Drizzle is all her dreams come true, right?  Trouble is, all her dreams also include loads of dry weather, a cozy houseden, and Stonks with food bowl in handpaw. 

Drizzle’s touch changes that in an instant.

Without further ado Drizzle trots ‘round back of Poppet for some well-deserved eightleggers. Sudden weight and Drizzle’s damp front toes are hanging down either side of her flanks.  Large teeth are nuzzling her earflap before firmly clamping down onto her scruff. Not painfully, but in a right solid and intimately submitting grip. 

Poppet is conflicted no more.

Spy ’ems and snifz ’ems!

Hold on, need my second wind Henry lumbers along behind.

The snow drives back the foot that’s slow

Sparky is tingling.  He is Fenrir.  And the time for action is nows.  He streaks forward.

They ask no quarter Henry, and we show no quarter

They – we – wot?

This Drizzle is well fit, thinks Poppet, and wot he’s doing is simply– 

Get off ‘o her! Sparky streaks out of nowhere, crashing into Drizzle’s flank.

Thud!

And bounces off, upside down in the rainlick leaves, paws sticking up in the air.

Yu wot, mate? Drizzle slides off Poppet to stand over the Whippet.  

Great legs tower up into the darkness, merging into sky-blotting head. 

I am Fenrir Sparky croaks, chops dry companion of Tyr, Norse god of war 

And? Drizzle cocks his head, ready to lunge. 

Sparky looks away and, erh – and this is my mate, Henry!

Royt then! Henry lumbers into view any yuz muttwits wanna submit before nosh?

Drizzle leaps away from Sparky. Henry stands foursquare. Poppet feels ignored. 

Aww, mount up again, Drizzle, yu big tonk

The two big fourlegs knock heads, stubs and tails raised respectively.

Snifz yuz

Snifz yuz

Bodies slide past one another, searching and seeking. Butt sniffing all that hunger, desire, disappointment and despair. Both pull away, berserker ready.

Submit! roars Drizzle

Yeah royt huffs Henry. 

They knock heads together once again, and – well, just stand there, shaking earflaps and wagging butts, the daft muttwits.

How yu doing Fudge?

Not so bad, Henry. Yu?

Wot? Sparky jumps upside the right way.

Fudge?  Poppet squeaks, backend still quivering.

Hold up, thought yor name’s Drizzle?

Henry looks at Poppet for a moment nah, this’s Fudge

Unbelievable Poppet steams.

Missing his pleasurable weight is bad enough. Worse, this Fudge is more than happy to stand there shooting the poop with Henry. 

As for Sparky, he drops earflaps and braces for the wrath of a Poppet-denied his coming his way.

Sparky! Yu stupid, little mu–  

Meanwhile, Fudge and Henry are catching up on all the latest.

No sign of yor lost hindlegs then, Fudge?

Nah mate,  sniffed ’ems in Herdwick pooping park beforenows, but – nah!

The two great minds happily peer ‘round abouts the woods.

Nice gaff says Henry, wishing he can live in the woods and not in a small backyard.

Not so bad Fudge replies, content to simply stand with his buddy and snifz in the surroundings. He wanders over to the nearest squirting post and cocks a leg. Henry follows, sniffing Fudge’s squirtz for all the latest intel, before adding a little intel of his own.

Oi, yuz two!  Poppet shatters the bromance moment.  A flaplegs sqwarks in surprise from the branches above. 

And yu she hisses at Sparky stay right there, I ain’t done with yuz yet before marching over to the two great minds.

Right then, Drizzle or Fudge or wotever she barks, before adding softly we still an item, init? 

Item? Drizzle or Fudge looks confused. 

Yes. Us she snarls yu know, a link? 

Fudge looks at Henry for answers.  Henry slobbers a bit before looking at Sparky. All three fourlegs look back at Poppet.

???

It was really, really good. But now… I’ve got to go away! Oh, oh, oh.

Sparky dares to go and stand beside Henry and Fudge – the three fourlegs gawking at Poppet.

Silence hangs heavy in the dark woods.  

The flaplegs sqwarks again. 

Buncha kretins she spits, and flops down to start licking her butt.

Fancy marking some posts? Fudge breaks the moment.

Totally replies Henry.

And just lyk that the two great minds trot off into the woods, abandoning Sparky.

Uh-oh Sparky starts getting tingly as Poppet directs all her fluffed-up blond earflaps frustrations straight at him.

Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall. It’s just a little rain oh yeah…

Laters.

“theGibson?” KevLegs is beaming idiotically at Stonks “whenyousaidEDS1275” he pinches out his tee-shirt from his belly “youmeant,thetwin-necked,GibsonEDS1275!”

“corss” Stonks replies “obvs”

“notalottapeopleknowthat” KevLegs admits in wonder, beer glass drooping in one handpaw, tee-shirt pinched out in the other.

“saw’emlive,O2-“ she pokes a handpaw at Jimmy Page.

“noway!” he is stunned into silence. And then, tentatively “aStarWarsfan,also?”

“doesakickinthenutshurt?” she replies, lifting her tiny snout to the sky and scritching happily.

KevLegs fumes every possible shade of orange. A colour of pure happiness wot spreads across Herdwick pooping park, making fourlegs forget wot they’re doing, eating, squirting, eating, sniffing, eating.  Black snout holes everywhere, twitching the air.

Don’t tell me… Poppet starts in amazement.

Yeah, both into Zep answers Sparky with intense satisfaction.

“nonsesense,nonsense,nonsense” scritches KevLegs

“nonsesense,nonsense,andmorenonsense” scritches Stonks. 

They wobble off together, the two hungry fourlegs well and truly forgotten.

This fayre’s the dog’s plum bobs Sparky snifz at all the nosh.

Sure Poppet shakes earflaps been disqualified, dogged and dumped, wot’s not to lyk? 

They trot towards the nosh stalls.

Kicking off with tandoori kebabs this end he suggests.

And noshing ‘it right up to Cornish pasties that end she finishes. 

Wanted a woman, never bargained for yuz

Sparky is feeling tingly all over.

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I cut and coloured my hair today, does that mean, I have joined the lunatic fringe.

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Poppet: Westley Piddle Summer Fayre.Part Four.

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Part 4. Poppet

Knew it! Worrisome snifz really woz bad news Sparky eyeballs the unfolding events. 

The brown fourlegs is all large head, solid limbs and sculptured muscle, a crease of silky hair rippling along his spine as he runs.  The pretty Afghan, her coat shimmering in soft movement, following him.  For a moment Sparky stares in appreciation at these two magnificent gods racing in and out between outraged fourlegs and slow witted hindlegs, to freedom – before common sense slams in sideways and he barks a panicky warning. 

No Poppet, don’t do it!

“wot’syourproblem,matey?”

KevLegs, we gotta stop Poppet

“alrightmatey,I’mhungrytoo”

No. We gotta stop Poppet before it’s too late

“hotdogorburger?”

We gotta sto– dog-dammit! in a burst of insane speed – wot Whippets are famous for – he sprints away from KevLegs, leash snapping from handpaw, and races off to save Poppet.

Poppet, I’m coming.  I’m coming

And Sparky is transformed from tingly Whippet into Fenrir, the gigantic wolfmate of Tyr, Norse god of legend. At least, he thinks he is. Always sez so.  An ultra-sleek lightning fast grey battledog, zeroing onto thems, zig-zagging corners and cutting air to catch up. Lessening the distance with each bound. God of acceleration chasing gods of good looks.

Poppet! he barks Poppet, I’m com-iiing!

Poppet hears Sparky behind her – his bark closing fast.  But she’s got no time for this nows.  That big brown backside ahead pumping sturdy legs through the drink puddles is calling to her in irresistible colourful song.  Summoning up all she ever wants, needs, must have. Nows.

Poppet, wait up!

Leave me alone Sparky she manages to pant can’t yu see I’m – preoccupied?

Poppet, stop

I cannot – no – never as she crashes into the wonderful brown backside of the big fourlegs who has, in fact, stopped to face their pursuer.

Snifz yuz Drizzle roars keep away, she’s mine his body vibrating with heat, licking at Poppet and leaving her in no doubt who’s in charge here. 

Solid Rhodesian Ridgeback awaits sleek grey Whippet speeding towards him.

Sparky skids to a halt on outstretched pads, not winded in the slightest. 

Hey, girl, stop what yu doin’ he pleads to Poppet the only way he knows how hey girl, yu’ll drive me to ruin

Wha? Poppet blurts, astonished.

Zeppelin, init he licks his chops first album, the bestest  

Who?

Changed rock forever, erh, anyways  thin tail protectively curled between his back legs Poppet don’t do this 

“Sparky,comehere,comehereboy” KevLegs longways off, wobbling fast as he can wobble to try and catch up.

Poppet? Nice snifz-name Drizzle shakes his head approvingly before dropping it menacingly towards Sparky’s own delicate snout and my conquest

Over my dead paws 

Leave off, Sparky, we’re a pair Poppet sez, dizzy from all this wonderful male attention.

Sparky knocks snouts with Drizzle so nows yu’d better stop and rebuild all yor ruins

No Sparky Poppet pleads I want this

Not gonna happen

Really?  Drizzle lunges so quickly Sparky don’t see it happening. Blinding white pain behind his earflaps, ‘round his scruff.

SUBMIT! Drizzle roars

The pain, the pain without quarter Sparky chokes, pinned down the d-dogs of doom are h-howling m-more

Poppet finds herself jumping in to separate thems stop Drizzle, please stop, it’s only Sparky

Good advice, streetlegs Duncan irrupts onto the scene.  Snout cold and wet, eyeballs smoldering, his badge of office bright across his black and tan chest: Thames Valley PD Unit.  

Step away from the little fella he slaps his snout against Drizzle sharpish

Drizzle releases Sparky, who gets up, shakes himself down and determined to get back into the fight.

Sparky! Duncan’s commanding growl making the whippet pause in mid-leap.  

Not Sparky, Fenrir sez Sparky

Wotever, just do it

Sparky starts tingling violently but does wot he’s told and backs away.

She’s with me, nows Drizzle sez, not giving ground my conquest, that’s fourlegs rules, and yu knows it 

“easyboy” PC Andersen pulls Duncan to heel.

Duncan twitches earflaps, reluctantly agreeing the streetlegs is right.  He turns his snout away, dismissing the problem.

Thought so Drizzle replies, returning the compliment.  Nudging Poppet he whispers in her earflap run darling!

They sprint away into the distance, out of Herdwick pooping park, gone.

No wonder Poppet screwed up doggy intellectuals sighs Duncan.

Dog dammit, Duncan, why didn’t yu stop thems?  Sparky tingles, aghast.

Duncan looks down at him, his eyeballs cooling yu know I cannot. He ain’t broken no laws he grates between his teeth and he ain’t broken our ways 

Wotz broken? Henry lumbers out of nowhere, all loose limbs and slobbery jowls.

Hello Henry Duncan looks at him didn’t see yuz down at doggy’s intellectuals?

Doggy’s wotzits?

The trouble with hindlegs, PD Duncan muses, is they get all sorts of excited about nothing.  PC Andersen is scritching into his handpaw to Roger which, to start with ain’t natural and, to end with, coz he’s got himself agitated.

“domesticdog,goneintowoods” PC Andersen is scritching in agitation 

“nonsense,nonsense,nonsense” Roger scritches out of thin air.

“rogerthat,Poppet,Afghanhound,plusonelargemale,stray”  

Listen yu twos Duncan advises Henry and Sparky in a soft growl don’t go thinking of doing anything stupid

Some mutts gotta go save Poppet? explains Sparky.

That’s her problem, not yors

And not yors either, s’pose Sparky is hoping about on tiny paws.

Yu twos got any common sense–  

Sense? Henry quizzes.

Yes, sense repeats Duncan yu’ll both ignore that big brown muttwit and go grab some free nosh while it lasts

All yuz police fours ever think ‘bout is noshing Sparky yaps.

Dog-damned right! PD Duncan trots off towards the nosh stalls, PC Andersen still scritching into his handpaw at Roger.

Come on Henry, let’s get after ’ems

Both fourlegs wait for Duncan to disappear before dashing out of Herdwick pooping park, all stealthy lyk.  Stealthily as a stout English Mastiff and tingly Whippet can manage.

They’re wearing steel that’s bright and true. 

They carry news that must get through. 

They choose the path where no-one goes. 

The song bounces ‘round between Sparky’s earflaps.

Sparky? Henry whispers in a loud voice I got common sense, ain’t I?

Aww, buckets, mate

Poppet and Drizzle find the nearest street corner to squirt off some of the excitement.  Running from the law may not be new to the streetlegs Rhodesian Ridgeback but it certainly is to the pretty Afghan hound.

Come on we need to move Drizzle nudges her forward.

Where?

Follow me

Drizzle leads Poppet up Nelson Avenue and across Westley Piddle High Street, dodging between roundlegs.

“stupidanimals!” hindlegs shouts.

Drizzle trots a maze of back streets in a wide circle towards home, taking the long way to throw off any pursuit, his sporting female close at tail – just how he lyks it.

Caught up in the danger, Poppet starts considering wot she’s gone and done.  Deserted Stonks at the Doggy Intellectuals Show.  On the one paw, she’s never gonna hear the end of her scritching over that. On the other paw, she’s run off, init?  So she’s probably never gonna hear about it, anyways.  

Wot about Stonks?

Who?

Sharonpackmate, me companion

Wot about it without lessening his trot beforenows, init?

S’pose so! 

Poppet’s can hardly get earflaps ‘round this new nows. Wotz harder is getting earflaps ‘round this big male with his earthy orange-snifz and meaty hindquarters wotz nows all hers.  All hers!  Wet snout holes pinch together in lustful delight. Honest to dog, there’s gonna be no probs in getting her earflaps ‘round any of that meat loaf up front. Thank yu!

Scraping clouds let fall a right load of rainlick, soaking both fourlegs.  Drizzle’s fur stains black under all the drink  – another alluring feature of his, Poppet thinks.  She’s also thinks that Stonks always makes a B-line for the nearest coffee shop when its rainlicking. Unexpected memories of the snifz of coffee falters her step.

Keep up Drizzle barks

Stonks needs her coffee she whines.

Don’t bark poop he grunts, dismissively keep on trotting

Rainlick is bouncing up from the pavement into Poppet’s eyeballs, her beautiful hair is dripping in black tails, her pads are soaked and she stops to lick thems.

Wot nows? Drizzle turns on her we gotta reach thems woods and safety

Givvus a second

Two muttwits saunter ‘round the corner at the far end of the street.

Argh, not thems again!

Who?

That skinny muttwit, Fenrir and some right ugly wrencher

Fenrir? Nah, that’s Sparky.  Right dreamer is wot that Whippet is

Don’t know, don’t care.  Cock a leg and keep up!

Poppet wants to flop down and throw a sulk but, wotz even more important, she don’t want to lose her stud muffin, neither.  They hurry through the rainlick, pursued by the two muttwits. After a squirtz or two further on West Pid’s housedens give way to woods and hedgerows.

Keep up Drizzle shoots left into the undergrowth beneath the trees.

More to come from Usual Muttwits

A Quick Pint down the Pig and Ferret.

Time for another pint down at the Pig and Ferret.

Zozo and Jools

Get over to Westly Piddle and see what’s happening NOW!

Fibbing Friday 11th September 2020.

PCGuyIV https://pcguyiv.wordpress.com/ and pensitivity101 share the Fibbing Friday Challenge
This week Di is our host.

To join in, write a post with your answers to the 10 questions for “Fibbing Friday” or #FibbingFriday. Then link back to pensitivity101’s post so that others can enjoy your answers and maybe join in too!
As the title of this series suggests, truth is not an option as the idea is to fib.

  1. ‘She had the biggest aspidistra in the world.’ But what is an aspidistra?
    It’s a snake with a bad attitude!
  2. What is the main ingredient in Beef Wellington?
    Rubber, what else?
  3. Who was Tufty?
    A boys at school with unfortunate hair!
  4. What is a Port Folio?
    Tin foil especially made for wrapping bottles of port.
  5. What is a bootee?
    A woollen cover used on a golf course.
  6. What is meant by ‘You have been tangoed’?
    It means you’ve lost your sun tan.
  7. What is a blue bottle?
    A bottle made of blue glass
  8. How do you make shortbread?
    You use small tins.
  9. What colour is cotton candy?
    Sky blue pink
  10. What are cowslips and snap dragons?
    Cowslips are petticoats for cows, and Snapdragons are bad-tempered people.
    There you go I did my best!

Wordless Wednesday : Friends.

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One-Liner Wednesday.9/9/20

“A hug is always the right size”

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My Red, killer shoes.

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

My Red Shoes.

What Day Is It Anyway. 3rd September 2020

Linda G Hill said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? 

Because it’s day? Whatever since the pandemic clipped all our wings. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Yes indeed there’s no such place as halfway. But for some of us we have been caught in halfway, for what ever reason, sheltering, self isolation, illness, Covid19, or any illness, depression, fear what ever we have all been halfway. Some people deny this is happening, some people even deny Covid19, I hope it doesn’t bite them on the bum because it’s out there lurking, it’s not gone.

So when was the last time I wrote a #WDIIA?…… It was the 28th July. Why have I not written one since then because nothing, noteworthy, or not has happened.

The Cholesystectomy drain and bag and I have survived. I have had a few bleeds, trips to the hospital, a Fluoroscopy, where the Dr managed to break the stitch holding the drain in , that caused a bleed. That necessitated another trip to have drain checked luckily it was fine…so the drain and I bumbled along…me getting tired because the drain was sore and the the the dressings were agrevating my skin.

So from June to September the only trips out were to the Drs surgery to see the nurse, the hospital for emergencies or check ups (twice) and a Fluoroscopy, oh! Yes a trip to the Vets..yes I did say Vets that was for Ruby. Also the odd walk around the block some evenings.

We have had a socially distanced visit from our youngest son and his family. The elder grandson, 6years old amazed me by gently asking me what the bag was and happily accepted my answer that it was attached to a tube that took poison out of my body. No more said that was that, the younger lad 3years obviously took no notice of it. It was lovely to see the little family. Our two older lads have visited a couple of times too, infact the eldest stayed over night when restrictions allowed. It is interesting socially distancing at home!

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Hubby has been very busy sorting his mother’s estate. Though his brother and sister are still being obstructive and his brother actually threatening and abusive. The House sale after an initial flurry has slowed to a big fat nothing, no interest at all for ten days now . The comments are, ‘too much work’, ‘seen bigger places for less’ and plain ‘ not big enough’ to mention a few. We did have a buyer but she pulled out : there was too much to do and she had pushed herself on the price. It’s a shame because we’d be happy to lower the price but hubby’s brother and sister are demanding the higher price…it’s all very stressful.

Ruby is well apart from her arthritis, she is slowing up now and does not like getting in and out of the car. She is very good at ruling the roost and has us wrapped around her paws !

So lastly to my news, it’s good and not so good but Hubby says I must just see the positive. Finally after three months I got my appointment with the surgeon. We arrived early as the letter advised due to parking spaces being at a premium… There was plenty of parking. We sat in the car for three quarters of an hour then we set off for Outpatients 1 level 2. We donned our masks, matching black . We arrived as the clinic too early and were asked, due to social distancing to go away and come back in half an hour. So we had a cup of coffee at the hospital coffee shop next to the clinic. We realized as we sat there that this was the first time we had had a cup of coffee anywhere but at home since Lockdown began at the end of March…. Not the most exciting place for our first coffee out.

At nine thirty we returned to the clinic, the nurse took our temperatures and gave us gel for our hands. I booked in and we took our seats, 2metres apart. There were only three other patients in there so it was clean, and easily socially distanced.

When we met the Dr he asked how I was,he then asked to examine me. He then without any warning took the drain out. I was a tad shocked as I had no idea this was going to happen. It was a little painful but I survived. So with the drain out he put a dressing on the drain site, he said it might weep for a few days. He was not very forthcoming about anything we asked him. I asked that now the drain was out would the symptoms return. He said yes they could come back, and I will be susceptible to infection.. I asked if the pain came back what should I do , he told me to take painkillers. I could if worked that out myself but for the fact they didn’t work the first time round. I asked how long the waiting list for my operation would be. He told us that he did not know anything about the waiting list and told us that because of the Covid19 they had not been doing operations, so there was at least a three months wait plus a backlog, plus people coming through all the time. So the list was long and growing. I was not a little disappointed by this news. As the guy had already told me the gall bladder was still needed to come out as the stone is still blocking the neck , he’d also said that I would be prone to infection and all the symptoms could come back.
So we asked if we could get the op privately he told us he did not do private but we could if we wished and one of the other surgeons on the team did private work. He then asked if I still wanted to be on the NHS list we said definitely yes please. If we can get the operation done before my name comes up on the NHS list then we can inform them. So I am still on the NHS list. I was left feeling a little stressed as I fear the pain might come back. Plus the whole thing was not what I was expecting. I had been told that it would all be done together drain and gall bladder removal under anesthesia, but I survived the drain removal. I had also been told, when I was in hospital that I would probably be operated on two weeks after this appointment. But that was a different Dr.
Hubby has started the private medical treatment procedure . I have contacted my GP surgery to request a letter of referral for the operation, as well as the one from the surgeon? I sent the GP’s surgery an email requesting the referral yesterday and in the afternoon they confirmed they had received it and forwarded it to my Dr. So now I wait and hope and pray the infection and pain do not return. On the up the drain is not there , it was getting very painful and my skin is very sore from the dressings used. So though I don’t feel much better yet I can move about freely and build up my strength for the operation. So as hubby’s says, be positive! So here is the most positive song I know.

Today I have had two good walks and I am determined to forge ahead!

So I have gone from this

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To this

So its a time to look forward and believe that my operation will come sooner or later, sooner, please, please! 🤞

This Is Part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

One-Liner Wednesday. Alternative Dictionary. 2/9/20

An entry for the Alternative Dictionary, as inspired by Dale at Return Of The Internet Nobody

Combination = Australia ( a nation of combi lovers)

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