Well, the three months are up and it's time to have the blood tests again. I went to the doctor on Tuesday and got the prescription. So I could have gone yesterday, done the tests and then gone to the nearest bar and knocked back five Negroni. However because in my awful Protestant way I believe deferred gratification to be good for you and being almost certainly deranged because of profound alcohol deficit syndrome (PADS) I will not go for the tests this week which means even more days off the sauce. I am of course presuming that everything is tickety-boo with regard to the liver. If it is shot to bits even after all this abstention then it's time for the pearl-handled Beretta.
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What could possibly go wrong? Here's to the born-again Combo liver.
This deferred gratification thing tapped me on the shoulder yesterday in Norfolk. Having tried on a pair of Old Town High Rise Trousers I was told I had to wait 4-5 weeks for delivery. So I went and downed a bottle of claret in Holt's High Street or whatever it's called. Not really.
Waiting for an update...well its a slow day here.
I'm still tapping my fingers...for you.
Do we send flowers?
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