The Lavender Lady at intensive care has silver hair done in large waves too big to be curls. Her badge is purple and gold and her tissue box is blue.
She says and you are his daughter with a question mark, but and you are his son with something more of a full stop.
Oh dear, thirdcat, I don’t like the sound of that at all.
What a strange thing is the blogosphere. Making friends with people you don’t know any more about than that they have very long fingers and are pin-up girls for modess.
Things could, as they say, be worser.
I hope things soon get betterer.
Bloody hell, so do I!
Don’t those Lavender Ladies just crack you up?
In NSW, they’re called Pink Ladies.
Things don’t sound good — sorry.