My sense of smell is vague at best and my hearing is getting worse, but physically, apart from a shoulder injury that doesn't count because it will get better, the only thing I have to complain about is two dodgy knuckles.
In my head I'm calling it arthritis but maybe I've just been doing too much pointing. I can understand the right one feeling over-worked as I'm mainly a one-finger typist but the left should be better but is worse.
I am very grateful this is all I have to complain about I assure you.
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Some time ago I noticed a lot of my blog traffic was coming from Russia. My assumption was that the KGB couldn't believe anyone would write such regular nonsense unless it were a secret code, so had employed a team of boffins to decipher it. Now I have a new follower on Twitter: a woman from Interpol.
If I suddenly stop blogging please raise the alarm. Either the KGB or Interpol will have taken me prisoner.
8 comments:
Good luck! We will be watching!
I'll quit sending you secrets, Liz. BTW: Love your bin liner ; )
Binliner, GROAN!
OMGOSH, ... Is it Big Brother??
I swear that my mouse finger is getting shaky.
The original Ich bin ein Berliner means I am a jam donut. He sould have omitted the EIN.
I'll start investigating ways to smuggle things in to prisoners.
Thank you for your support. I shall rely on you all to tell the world about my case
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