Helen is going through a phase of calling me 'Dod' at the moment, for some reason this tickles me no end. Occasionally it is 'Doddy'. It used to be 'Ad'. Sometimes, she actually does a real 'Dad', but in my opinion this is not match for a stodgy old Dod. Last night Anne syringed my right ear; it has been over due for 10 years and for the last 2 weeks my hearing on this side was almost non existent. Strewth, what an experience getting that lot purged. Now I must go and hear Helen call me Dod again. Dod.
2 comments:
What an immense feeling of gertitude. I'm completely discumnockerated.
How tickled were you?
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