Well, the gaming tin now stands at £12. This means there are only 178 weeks to go before my quest for world domination begins.
Sadly, my attempt to enslave the known universe may be cut short. I have contracted a life-threating virus that is running rampant through my body and I am slipping away fast. Barely have enough strength to type these few words. I think I might have one more Lemsip, open yet another box of tissues, and retire to bed. It is doubtful if I will survive the night....
You have a simple cold you little weasel..
Dear Mrs Warspite1,
Thank you for your tender concern over my tragic condition.
As I am sure Mr W can tell you, if you manage to drag him away from the computer, while female-type women people of the opposite sex have nothing worse than a slight snuffle, the male of species has to suffer the most appalling consequences of the this devastating virus.
Managing to survive the night despite being wracked by fever, hacked by a rasping cough, general wheezing, and frequent sneezing, I have reemerged this day as a mere shadow of my former self despite the application of superior will power as befits any would be conquerer of the world.
I am sure this news will be of great comfort to you.
< Message edited by shunwick -- 12/17/2013 4:28:07 PM >
I love the smell of TOAW in the morning...