(December 13, 2016 at 9:22 am)robvalue Wrote: I have talked to my nurse and she's going to discuss with my specialist about if and when I can expand my diet. I need to carry on with this shit diet for a little while just due to recovering, but fingers crossed in a few weeks I could actually eat something real. Maybe by Christmas!
Christmas Day:
[Rob] Hallo, my fine fellow!
[Boy] Hallo!
[Rob] Do you know the Poulterer’s, in the next street but one, at the corner?
[Boy] I should hope I did.
[Rob] An intelligent boy! A remarkable boy! Do you know whether they’ve sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there?—Not the little prize Turkey: the big one?
[Boy] What, the one as big as me?
[Rob] What a delightful boy! It’s a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my buck!
[Boy] It’s hanging there now.
[Rob] Is it? Go and buy it.
[Boy] Walk-er!
[Rob] No, no, I am in earnest. Go and buy it, and tell ’em to bring it here, that I may give them the direction where to take it. Come back with the man, and I’ll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than five minutes and I’ll give you half-a-crown!
December 26:
[Rob, sitting in a remarkably spacious and accommodating restroom, courtesy of Tiny Tim's handicap]: God bless us . . . [grunts, followed by a plop] . . . every one!