Tango

Was in fucking agony all last night, so I'm chllin' in the lounge listening to a German Internet radio station called " Radio Bob, Prog Rock", just my thing!

Good on her! This news will make absolutely no difference to my life and, I suspect, any of your lives too. And no, I wouldn't!

Me too. Unable to do much, so I end up watching shit on YouTube rather than doing anything useful! Bah!

I got home on Monday, Bob. I'm doing ok thanks, apart from the feeling that they let everyone in the hospital kick me in the balls whilst I was under the anaesthetic!

Practical!

Country and Western really does not float my boat!

How are you doing? How's the hernia?

Not too bad thanks Pete. Not pissing quite as much blood this morning!

Our supermarket do those Ricola herbal sweets at the checkout. There's a menthol variety for coughs, so you may find those there too.

A gimpanzee?

Well, fairly typical hospital food I guess. There was a vegetable soup as starter most nights, which was beige and completely tasteless! I think it's a bit like airline food, where it's there more to combat boredom rather than its actual nutritional value!

That was the hospital food!

A small gimp?