When I wrote the last blog entry, my intention was that the next would be a description of my much-too-short visit to Scotland: sitting on loch shores; eating simply delightful seafood; watching appallingly bad acts at the Edinburgh fringe; driving 800 miles – only one of which was on the wrong side of the road (or 799, from a German point of view). There were, of course, some other particularly pleasant experiences - indeed reasons to go at all - and as an unexpected bonus I was also able to extend my research on “differences between Germany and Britain” into the field of “hospital stays” and “new medication”. Reports soon, but consider yourselves forewarned that they might cause nausea, dizziness, confusion or be MRSA-infected.
I wondered what had happened to you. Hope you aint got the super bug (MRSA), cos I hear that supposed to be pretty nasty.
Oh dear! And we thought you were off having a good time.
I had an exceedingly good time, thank you very much. And the trifling irritation of some minor internal bleeding, but not until the fun part of the break was over. Although I suppose in a broadly technical sense, “internal bleeding” and “fun” are kind of mutually exclusive concepts anyway.
Internal bleeding, huh? This is why it’s important to greet Scotsmen respectfully. Shouting, “Oi, Tracy! Like the skirt”, isn’t the right way to go about it.
My last bout of internal bleeding was memorable to say the least, but look at me, all normal now (wipes drool from lapel and adjusts prosthetic limbs with robotic arm); I hope you’re in a good way.
How do you manage it?
Is your perpetual misfortune all just a cunning ploy to allow you to seem noble and courageous?
And what happened with the woman who drove off after knocking you off your bike? You vowed vengeance and then went quiet.
devonboy, stairs: You’re both very funny - well, I know devonboy is, at least in an amusing to look at kind of way. Thanks for the concern all the same.
anyhoo:As it happens, it came after a week of particularly fine fortune and I don’t feel in any way noble or courageous, I feel a bit pissed off actually. It’s one thing to write slightly self-deprecating stories about grammatical errors in foreign languages causing “hilarious” consequences, but having to spend the next week at my parents house being looked after isn’t even vaguely amusing.
As for my BMW-driving friend - it’s all in the hands of the Polizei.
Oh, I do wish you a Gute Besserung if you are not already all better.
Sorry, I was being stupid.
So what the hell happened? The medical grammar thing, not policed woman.
The last time I heard someone put ‘internal bleeding’ and ‘fun’ together, it was a person who was into a practice that I think we can simply describe as ‘FF’.
What perverted things happened to you in that Scottish hospital? Did they try that continental method of taking a temperature (without realising when the thermometer doesn’t need to go in any further)?
David
always lowering the tone!
In-Act, one can’t lose sight of you for longer than a couple of days and…:(
Please, take careful care of you!
Bussi aus Österreich
Well, my friend, at least you’ve got a good reason for not comming down for a pint.
ms. mac, lise: Thanks.
anyhoo: Patience, my friend, but obviously I’ll try to blame it on the French in some way.
David: FF? Continental Method? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Oh okay, I might know someone who, when playing Stadt, Land, Fluss (? in English), having to give an answer to “hobbies”, starting with the letter F. And no, it wasn’t me.
devonboy: Yes, well, until I can drink you’ll have to have my pint for me. I’m sure you can manage it.
You’re like the old man with glass bones in Amelie, who can’t leave the house because he risks hurting himself. Or those children who were in the paper last weekend and feel no response to pain. Their parents would hear them complaining about a ‘wet foot’ and remove the shoe to discover the toes had been severed.
And how is it that all your comments seem to degenerate into slurs on the french? France has been very kind to you of late…you could be nicer.
I was also wondering what had happened to you. Glad you’re better.
I have to admit that devonboy’s first comment almost made me spit my tea on the screen with laughter. Sorry.