Just caught a stinking cold. Been tracking the blighter for days. First got wind of it last Tuesday, running wild
“But doctor, what about this voice in my head?” “Stress, Mr Carson. I’m going to give you a sick note
Go on, you know you want to. What harm will it do? Look at those pretzels. Don’t they smell yummy!
I wonder if I’ll recognise him. It was 20 years ago. Went off with the barmaid from the Red Lion.
I’m not surprised it should end here. This has always been the hub of our home. Evening meals as a