OK, germ, you are seriously getting me down now. I have now had to cancel the second patchwork class running. So far I have missed three out of four; first because I was in France. There is only one thing for it, I will have to take myself on a completely useless mission to the doctor who will tell me there is nothing they can give me and I will have to soldier on. Haven't they ever heard of antibiotics? I have. My mother told me how to get a doctor to prescribe these magic pills. Firstly, exaggerate the length of the illness and the symptoms then give a revolting description of something green you are coughing up. That should apparently do the trick. Well, I am quite willing to give it a go as I am absolutely at the end of my tether and Mr Smith's tether too. I am tired and ill and this is no fun at all. I might tell the doctor how I have been off work now for ages .... then I'll have to invent some job I don't do. I bet the doctors take antibiotics like smarties. Mmmm I could really fancy a smarty or two now and maybe some jelly babies - it's this voracious appetite I have developed with this cough.
My ebay sales are terrific. So far I have made £56.70 with another £40 in the pipeline. Oooh just a few more and I will have made a cool £100 from my sick bed. How clever is that? I am having a bit of a problem with a large ugly patchwork quilt that refuses to fit into any box despite Designer Susan giving me perfect boxes that are so nearly just the thing. I keep receiving hideous questions from prospective buyers as to its pedigree and condition and whether it would like to go to Ireland. I don't know ... just buy the damned thing and make me rich. I'll do a deal for antibiotics.
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