Ill - this is not a good font for writting ill

I've been ill, ill for several days and I don't care for it much.

I was hoping to go to around to the house of some friends on Thursday and to a party on Friday - but I just stayed in feeling grotty.

There must be a use for snot; I have not yet found one that out-ways its disbenefits. Snot even makes the tissues that I try to burn on the fire a bit too soggy.

It does make me think though, feverishness, not snot.

I find fever excellent for a bit of the old existentialism - and I do like to get out more now that my mind is ..... absorbed.

Beware the elk my friends, beware the elk.

Pxx

After that all I need is.

All new reality, comes in a bag, comes in a fag hag, comes in a garden.

Did you see my eel boy, where's that fucker been?

I been catchin weasels and puttin them in tins.

Pxxx

Oh the goose is getting fat, again

Its that Xmas time of year - for getting and giving stuff, more stuff, more and more stuff. Little pieces of plastic, made in China, shipped to the UK, sent around in trucks, sold in shops, wrapped in paper, opened, laughed at, lost, found, binned and dumped in landfill. Ho ho ho.

How sad for the farmers that they have to kill all of their turkeys early - must be heartbreaking being a farmer and so surrounded by death. Death clearly comes as a shock to them - which is odd as it is their only trade.

We're so fat, we're so silly, all wrapped up like a chocolate willy - ho ho ho and a barrel of fun.