Makes me think of rotary dial phones and which genius dreamed up 999 for emergencies when they could have chosen 000 or 111 whichever was first on the dial.
I had a bad case of that a few years back. Barely avoided surgery and spent six days in the hospital. Watched the Super Bowl there in stunning low-definition TV, with no chili nachos, cheese dip, or even a hot dog. Worst Super Bowl party ever.
Bit of light reading for you, Carminito, http://www.gradesaver.com/the-godfa...r-10-hows-the-italian-food-in-this-restaurant
Confirmed as this diverticulitis malarkey. Might be home tomorrow, question is how long before I can touch the sauce? I reckon 3 weeks to a month.
Doctor pal of mine reckons that you'll soon be able to drink in moderation. So long as you soak a catering pack of All Bran in a small glass of your favourite tipple and consume it that way all will be well. Key thing now is to exploit this situation to the hilt. The family need to be like slaves to you. Slaves I say. No hiding place for any of them. If you lift a finger in the next month, you've done too much. Focus their minds on the danger of a relapse. Just keep saying the word 'relapse'. And groan. Groan a lot. You can't groan too much in a situation like this.
You and Lambo should start a club. The Sobriety Club. I bet it'd be a right laugh. In other news... Kinell I can barely move. I REALLY didn't need the side of garlic mushrooms, and the Treacle Tart with cream to finish off almost did finish me off. Deffo going to be a 2 flusher when this is ready to crimp off.
