Driving my partners mum to the hospital last night, I had a sudden attack of the Ghandi's revenge. I can put this down to the Penicillin or something that I picked up in the mortuary?? I am very careful with my hygiene, but the slightest thing can get into my system. Yesterdays 'dressing' of a body was not particularly pleasant and as safely as we could dress ,there are still odours and splashes. Nice! It would seem, that in some hospitals, when you pass away' that's it. No first offices duties ,of cleaning the body. Just into the fridge and call the Undertakers. Yet again modern living allows no time for dignity and after care? It really is disgusting.
Off ooop North this weekend to do a gig. It would seem though, that half the band will be made up of 'deps'. Although we have no rights, on what we call the Band. It is a shame when the idea's are pinched. But then again, imitation is the finest form of flattery. But you can't beat the real thing.
Thank goodness that I have been outbid on the 'Fox's head. Out of devilment I was going to bid again, but if I won it, it would be a case of hide and seek around the house, in case my partner found it. However it would have been funny, to wrap it, and give it her on Xmas day. How to win friends and influence people, not.
Talking of Fox's. I fed them again last night. Their is no love lost on the Family members fighting for the food. Oldest and strongest first and if there is anything left (often not) then the next in pecking order dines.
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