Oh joy! Three generations of us have had to go trooping
off to the doctor's with a nasty dose of .....
....... the Felthorpe blight!
This particular affliction is insidious by nature and creeps
up on its victims almost imperceptibly.
A little tickle, a discrete clearing of the
throat, a slight shortness of breath, a sexy rather
husky voice and then, a few days later - BAM!
Before you know it there's an invisible elephant sitting on
your chest and a cough develops that sounds like a gattling
gun on active manoeuvres.
Time to block book the family pew at the local GP's
for a catering sized portion of anti-biotics,
some "There, there, never mind" and a lurid pink lolly
for the youngest member by way of consolation.
Finding a suitable illustration was not an easy task today but
when I eventually Googled "three generations"
this was the result. There's always one is every family, eh ma'am.
This particular affliction is insidious by nature and creeps
up on its victims almost imperceptibly.
A little tickle, a discrete clearing of the
throat, a slight shortness of breath, a sexy rather
husky voice and then, a few days later - BAM!
Before you know it there's an invisible elephant sitting on
your chest and a cough develops that sounds like a gattling
gun on active manoeuvres.
Time to block book the family pew at the local GP's
for a catering sized portion of anti-biotics,
some "There, there, never mind" and a lurid pink lolly
for the youngest member by way of consolation.
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when I eventually Googled "three generations"
this was the result. There's always one is every family, eh ma'am.
That looks like my family...one guess as to which person I am. ;)
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