Peripheral
Dedicated Member
Good day everybody, I hope this mail finds you all well. It's been a bit quiet this last few days but the news about Peter Sallis having a new head stone from Pearl was good to hear. ERR, don't get me wrong, I don't mean that the headstone was from Pearl, I mean that the news was from Pearl. Oh dear, I'm already making a hollyhocks of this message.
About the headstone, I tried to enhance it so that the inscription could be clearly read but I couldn't do it. I thought it would be very amusing if the last line read, 'NOT NOW HOWARD'. Does anyone else have any ideas for an epitaph? I wonder if Compo and Clegg do a spot of haunting in the dead of night.
Right, the next bit of exciting news is that today I am having a fresh paint job done on my right big toe nail. Because of my problems I don't wear anything on my feet. We have a reclining settee so I often nod off in a prone position with my toes in full view. That can be a bit depressing, waking up after a nap and seeing two rows of toes doing piano impressions. PIANO IMPRESSIONS? Well think about it, two rows of white keys with the black notes in between. To cut a short story even longer, I painted a message on my toe nails to greet me when I wake up. On my left foot the message was SMILE. On the right foot it was GRUMPY. OH, did I tell you that I have six toes on my right foot? I bought the extra toe through E bay and had it transplanted onto my right foot by an out of work jelly mold welder. Unfortunately, I dropped a piece of lettuce leaf on my toe and a passing snail made a bee line for it. During the time it perched on my toe munching the lettuce, its slime rubbed off the letter G. Thus, I was left with the message on my toes, SMILE RUMPY. This led me to believe that I was in possession of an over-sized rear end. That is why I am having a sign-writer call today to do a professional job on my toes. I tried to catch that darned snail the other day but it was too fast me. Anybody got a wheelchair they don't want?
About the headstone, I tried to enhance it so that the inscription could be clearly read but I couldn't do it. I thought it would be very amusing if the last line read, 'NOT NOW HOWARD'. Does anyone else have any ideas for an epitaph? I wonder if Compo and Clegg do a spot of haunting in the dead of night.
Right, the next bit of exciting news is that today I am having a fresh paint job done on my right big toe nail. Because of my problems I don't wear anything on my feet. We have a reclining settee so I often nod off in a prone position with my toes in full view. That can be a bit depressing, waking up after a nap and seeing two rows of toes doing piano impressions. PIANO IMPRESSIONS? Well think about it, two rows of white keys with the black notes in between. To cut a short story even longer, I painted a message on my toe nails to greet me when I wake up. On my left foot the message was SMILE. On the right foot it was GRUMPY. OH, did I tell you that I have six toes on my right foot? I bought the extra toe through E bay and had it transplanted onto my right foot by an out of work jelly mold welder. Unfortunately, I dropped a piece of lettuce leaf on my toe and a passing snail made a bee line for it. During the time it perched on my toe munching the lettuce, its slime rubbed off the letter G. Thus, I was left with the message on my toes, SMILE RUMPY. This led me to believe that I was in possession of an over-sized rear end. That is why I am having a sign-writer call today to do a professional job on my toes. I tried to catch that darned snail the other day but it was too fast me. Anybody got a wheelchair they don't want?