The Burrow Beadle writes:
Alas, Anticant has been too poorly to take advantage of the garden during this welcome spell of sunshine, but hopes to be convalescent soon. Meanwhile, he's on a liquid [non-alcoholic] diet and Ben and I periodically mop his fevered brow.
The Snug is spruce and welcoming as usual, so gossipy visits from regulars and other friends will help to cheer Anticant up.
But NO SMUT IN THE BURROW.
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Friday, 10 August 2007
Friday, 20 April 2007
NOT ONE OF MY BEST
anticant writes: I awoke at 4am with a recurrence of kidney pains - not as acute as previously, thank goodness, but bad enough to necessitate spending most of the day in Outpatients, attended by the faithfully patient ben, where they diagnosed another [new?] stone wending its way down from my left kidney through my bladder to the long-suffering exit. A tedious waste of a lovely day, not improved by the mental mayhem and nausea induced by necessary but nasty pain killers.
Back at the burrow, the Beadle anxiously spring-cleaned the Snug, polishing the brassware to a new level of mirror-shininess, and creating a place of honour over the bar anticipating the arrival of his definitive image now being crafted by burrow portraitist [By Appointment] Miss lavenderblue.
Let's hope the fine weather forecast for the coming weekend will bring a finer state of health for the currently somewhat fragile anticant.
Back at the burrow, the Beadle anxiously spring-cleaned the Snug, polishing the brassware to a new level of mirror-shininess, and creating a place of honour over the bar anticipating the arrival of his definitive image now being crafted by burrow portraitist [By Appointment] Miss lavenderblue.
Let's hope the fine weather forecast for the coming weekend will bring a finer state of health for the currently somewhat fragile anticant.
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