On 11/05/2021 00:23, Sn!pe wrote:
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> Firstly, sorry to hear of your trials and tribulations, well done for
> coming throught it all with your sense of humour still intact.
t's either that, or sleep until oblivion innit.
> Myself, I've recently had my second jab and I'm about to break cover for
> almost the first time since early last March. I have somewhat advanced
> COPD -
Ah, my doctors diagnosed that too, and I stuck to the régime until I
could only walk five paces before I had to stop for a breather, Dr.
Twentyman at the Norfolk & Norwich University hospital, (bless him!) -
had other ideas and said: "I don't think you have COPD, you don't fit
the profile." putting me on a nebuliser, for the best part of a week,
which was an astounding success, then put his finger on the real cause:
the beta-blocker - uggbre! Can't unforget its name, but I will, I will
(to misquote someone-or-other). The side-effect of this beta-blocker was
to narrow-down the airways in the lungs to practically zilch.
Soon returned to usual puff after a while. If you're on a beta-blocker,
tell me what it is and you might rement me.
> and I don't relish the prospect of a further challenge to my poor
> old self-abused lights so I've been pretty much shielding at home.
>
> But still, Spring is here and 'tis the season for going out and about so
> I'm being a little more adventurous. I do wish pubs were properly open
> again; I miss bellying-up to the bar, foot on rail, and bantering with
> the lads.
Now is the month of maying
When merry lads are playing:
Fa-la, la-la, la la la la-la,
Fa-la la, la, la la-la.
Each with hi bonny lass
A-seated on his - oops! A-seated on the grass
Fa-la la-la-la-la la la la,
Fa-la la la la la la.
I unforgot that from my days in the school choir - 1950s, no less.
> Are you in touch with Lydia? I was so sorry to have missed her when she
> she posted a year ago. I did try writing to her posting address and one
> other previous address that I have but I haven't so far had a reply.
'Frayed knot, but I think he's on ome farcebuk grüp or other. I don't do
Farcebuk or Twatter.
Beek up, again.