please empty your brain below

I should reassure you that I was perfectly well at the time, and remain perfectly well.

I'll tell you a bit more later this afternoon, once I've washed off the smell of hospital in a nice, long bath.

In the meantime, please don't bother posting
"oh my god DG are you well?!!!!"
comments, because I am.

And please don't bother posting
"oh my god DG get better soon!!!!"
comments, because I was never poorly.

That's more than can be said for the other pour souls I've been sharing a ward with, though.

You just fancied a sleep, didn't you?

There are much better places to sleep.
But I think I got 6 hours last night.

Is this anything to do with the Mystery Count?

A mysterious count maybe,
but not the Mystery Count.

I am j-u-s-t old enough to remember the Fab being launched, and the Lady Penelope TV ads that went with it. I also remember feeling slightly aggrieved that it was a GURLS' lolly, as it looked rather "groovy" and I wanted to try one myself. Instead, I stuck with Zooms...

[with a fear of trivialising what may not be a laughing matter.....]

You put your hand in your jar of London Boroughs and got it stuck. Fearing that smashing the glass in close proximity to your wrist may not be a good idea, you went to A&E, only to find a backlog of stab and shooting victims, thereby necessitating a long wait and eventually, an overnight stay?

We didn't have Fab ice lollies in Canada.

We had to make do with drizzling maple syrup onto snowballs.

Curses! I should've read the first comment before replying to your email. In which case may I just say that you are far better at dealing with that than me, and to ignore the email from me, as I'm a big fat hypochondriac.

I'm glad you are fine and I hope it wasn't too traumatic - early mornings in your local hospital are normally fairly peaceful.

Well, as long as there aren't a load of police standing outside guarding some fella who'd just got stabbed...

Mmmmm - 'Smell of hospital', after a while it gets ingrained in your skin, which makes me wonder why a lot of men have the fancies for nurses. Do they not know what they smell like?

Fairly peaceful, yes Tom, thankfully.

And I have to say that everybody who looked after me, at every step of the way, was absolutely great.

Including the bloke who turned up to answer my call who looked almost exactly like you. I had to double-check the name written on his folder to make sure he wasn't

I love Fabs. They were the only thing that my parents could persuade me to stop having a tantrum with.

Still are, in fact.

Glad you're OK, DG.

I should remember the FAB advert but don't actually remember any adverts from that period as we weren't allowed to watch ITV.

prefer a mivvy or cider barrel myself.

Actually, those ice lollies were not that cheap by 1978 standards for your average working class parent... the joys of rampant inflation. I think that Fab was the ULTIMATE 1960s ice lolly!

Orange Maid was my fav, but later in life I realised why I used to get stomach ache about an hour after eating one. I was allergic to the bright Orange food colour!!! I do still like them now as they have removed that nasty E number colour. The Zoom brings back fond memories as it was always easiest to get out of its wrapper. Its shape helped. cheers for reminding me.











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