Mary, hi! Thanks for stopping by and commenting. How did you end up in Scotland? There have been things in my children’s vomit on occasion, that I am positive I never fed them/ I think there’s a dealer at pre-school selling them blue and green sweeties. And sometimes they come home all glassy eyed. Or that could just be being 4.

Joel

Fortunately, I still do have my voice. Useful, what with the kids and all…

I’m not foreign. I’m Scottish. In fact I’m not Scottish (bunch of foreigners) I’m Hebrideanonian. I’m It’s all of you (points wildly around) who’re foreign with your funny foreign ways and your venti coffees.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_Libs

Jill, hi! It’s a brand, spanking new pyooter too, for my birthday/Christmas/Mother’s Day present. I’m afeared to peer too closely between the keys lest a snot gremlin reaches out, seizes me by the throat and tries to drag me into its sickly little underkey world. For this is a cold that just refuses to die. It goes on and bloody on. Any germs I’ve achooed into any tiny crevice on my laptop will thrive opportunistically on malice and the odd toast-crumb, I know it. Waiting, waiting for the right moment to come back bigger and germier and reinfect!! – this time it’s personal. It’s a superbug and its special powers are snot and malaise.

fmc, I was being fed whiskey toddies at that age when I had colds. I think it might have had more to do with knocking my oozy little self out for a bit though, than for any real provably curative effect. Rum’n'coke-o-pops, eh? I might give that a whirl tomorrow. I wonder if it’ll freeze. I made a vodka jelly at uni once that wouldn’t set on account of the vodka:lime jelly ratio being too ludicrous. Much experimentation has brought me now to the place where I can produce fabulous multi-beverage jellies for parties and other fun times.

Sneezy, man, what are you doing up at this hour in Ireland? Unless I’ve gone bonkers it’s just a tiny wee hour there right now. The birds must still be asleep where you are. (THOUGHT.) Go and wake ‘em up! Yeah! Give them a taste of their own dawn medicine! Small and petty revenges are always the best sort – although I realise I can only speak for myself in this. Bloody birds have had it too good, too early, for too long. Time they danced to someone else’s tune for a while.