Beaverboosh is unwell.
He exceeded his own standards of excess at my sister’s wedding on the weekend.
True to form, in his charming and erudite manner, he managed to insult almost everyone at the wedding with his ever so subtle rudeness. He’s such a flirt.
He consumed excess quantities of champagne, claret and cognac over a two day period, not to mention the marathon Marly light consumption.
He has not been able to speak for days. The gods have spoken. I am getting a bit of peace.
His prognosis is uncertain; he thinks he has swine flu. I am not sure about the flu bit.
I reassure him daily he will live. Men are such babies when they are ill.
Mrs. Beaverboosh
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The ex-husband is also sick, no voice at all. Think he might have caught the virus I had a couple of weeks ago, def not Swine Flu!
Fortunately he doesn't complain much, but he is grumpier than usual. I hope he and Beaverboosh get better soon!
Tell him to get better quickly - we need the entertainment!
Probably just a touch of beaver fever. Cure is a run in the bush.
sounds like an absolute blast - the 'getting there' not the 'recovery' portion.
if he's anything like me, he's busily swearing 'never again'. um.... right....
Mrs Boooosch. I hear anchovies, salt and vinegar crisps and runny egg on toast is a cure all. Tried it and send him my condolences for his imminent death.
God bedring! Hurry back... we need the laughs!
He will most certainly live but don't dream... he won't learn his lesson! :D
It's been a few days now. I'm beginning to suspect foul play.
Just as long as he doesn't get a Man Cold.
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