Post by justfred on Aug 13, 2013 14:39:57 GMT
Hello again. Forgive me for bothering you
but I am a little worried anxious even
as I seem to be getting forgetful
more so than usual I mean.
It's not that I forget to take my trousers off
when I go the toilet although that has happened
occasionally. Four times I think, but
it might be five. Or six.
The problem is that I forget people's names
why only yesterday I called the matron Joan
whilst her real name is, well, I'm not too sure
Oh dear, that illustrates the problem rather neatly
don't you think? Especially since
I have known her for some years
and watched her grow fatter and fatter
until she is now as fat as, well, as fat as
one of those things you see in a field
which goes moo, can't quite recall the name, though,
but they provide that white stuff babies drink too
and you can pour it on your porridge.
Maybe I shall forget about Elisabeth soon
and how lovely he was, I mean she.
Never mind, we've got a special treat at dinner today:
roast pork with crackling and my two neighbours in the ward
are jewish (he's the one on the left with the big nose)
and muslm (he's the one on the right with brown skin)
and neither will eat pork so I get triple portions
even though I know it will make me fart all night.
I must be careful about the follow through
or Joan will be angry again.
but I am a little worried anxious even
as I seem to be getting forgetful
more so than usual I mean.
It's not that I forget to take my trousers off
when I go the toilet although that has happened
occasionally. Four times I think, but
it might be five. Or six.
The problem is that I forget people's names
why only yesterday I called the matron Joan
whilst her real name is, well, I'm not too sure
Oh dear, that illustrates the problem rather neatly
don't you think? Especially since
I have known her for some years
and watched her grow fatter and fatter
until she is now as fat as, well, as fat as
one of those things you see in a field
which goes moo, can't quite recall the name, though,
but they provide that white stuff babies drink too
and you can pour it on your porridge.
Maybe I shall forget about Elisabeth soon
and how lovely he was, I mean she.
Never mind, we've got a special treat at dinner today:
roast pork with crackling and my two neighbours in the ward
are jewish (he's the one on the left with the big nose)
and muslm (he's the one on the right with brown skin)
and neither will eat pork so I get triple portions
even though I know it will make me fart all night.
I must be careful about the follow through
or Joan will be angry again.
