I have finally succumbed to the cold germs that first downed Seymour then Fenwick.
It’s a cold. I look a bit like this,
Except fluffier, with clothes, some makeup and scattered tissues about.
In looking up helpful tips for symptom treatment, I came across this handy demonstration,
Fenwick is rolling on the floor laughing. He thinks the tip of the spout looks like a penis. Then he said if he could do that with scotch or bourbon, he’d give it a try. Silly billy.
I’ll be sleeping and moaning appropriately for a couple of days while my body does this,