Saturday, 20 October 2007
Elasto-blast
We have traumas with plasters. George has a bit of a love-hate thing going with plasters -or 'pwaaaarsters' as he calls them. Being of a melodramatic bent, the most innocuous or, indeed, invisible injuries can invoke repeated and constant requests for a pwarster. Once the pwarster is in position the real drama begins. BAFTA-winning limps. Oscar-worthy stumbles. Taking to one's bed. Cries of 'I HATE pwarsters! The pwarster hurts! I can't wear my shoes!' Generally, removal of the pwarster restores full and immediate mobility. Ten minutes well spent, I think.
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