Your Dying Spouse 659 - Say WHAT? {FMF}

I don't hear so good these days. Guess I need glasses.

Seriously, severe pain does interfere with hearing, and sometimes with processing what I've heard. As the pain ramps up, voices get far away, and distorted, and eventually everyone souns like Donald Duck on a bad phone connexion.

As an example...in this famous clip from the film version of Oliver Twist, what did you really hear?

I’ve always thought that Oliver Twist

had a South Pacific aura;

I mean, how can a bloke resist,

“Please, sir, I want Samoa?”

Hearing loss has got me shook,

not quite sure of what I’ve heard;

but I was glad to find that drinking book

called “Tequila Mockingbird.”

If you’re a fan of Petula Clark,

that lovely singing English lady,

then perhaps your heart will hark

to the strains of Downton Abbey.

And if flatulence is an easing friend,

may I suggest – Gone With The Wind.

Music, of course, from Petual Clark, with Downtown.

If anyone wants an update...yeah, worse. You know that space above your collarbones, that's supposted to be indented? Mine's convex, which means I can no longer raise my hands above my head if ordered to surrender...

...which means, I guess, I'll have to just fight it out.

Yee ha.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.