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OU Deadline Approaching!



With a deadline to meet by Friday, I must finish my essay, but there's just time to send a 'get well soon' message to my lovely Rose who phoned for some long-distance mummy advice the other morning.

'Mummy! A lump has come up on my neck overnight!'

'It's probably a gland.'
(Poor Rose got really clobbered by glandular fever as a teenager and it returned for a couple of repeat attacks afterwards.)

'You don't think an alien has laid its egg in my neck and I'll have to lure whatever's in there out with a piece of bacon, do you?'

'Er... no.'

A trip to the GP confirmed that no bacon is required, but that Rose's glands are doing a truly impressive job of fighting some lurgy.

I'm hope you feel better soon, darling.

Painting is 'November Sea' by Tom Tomos
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Jenny Beattie said…
I hope she feels better soon. I also have a sick Daughter...

Good luck for the essay.
4 November 2009 at 03:04
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Hope Rose gets better soon - I'm just getting over a nasty cold myself. Yuk!

The best of luck with your essay Chris.

Jeanne x
4 November 2009 at 03:13
Annie said…
Bacon sounds like a pretty good cure to me :-) Could just eat a bacon butty myself.
Hope she is much better very soon. A x
4 November 2009 at 03:51
Flowerpot said…
poor Rose - it's horrible when you wake up with unexplained lumps!
4 November 2009 at 04:12
Fennie said…
But what if it's a vegetarian alien?
4 November 2009 at 06:15
muddyboots said…
never thought of swol'd up glands or glums as we call them here, might be an alien.
4 November 2009 at 06:55
LITTLE BROWN DOG said…
Yes, hope Rose feels better soon. There seem to be a lot of these lurgies about at the moment. My glands sometimes do that too - it is a bit disconcerting. She hasn't had a flu jab, has she? They can sometimes rear up impressively after innoculations.
4 November 2009 at 09:20
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Poor Rose, I hope she feels much better soon. I had glandular fever as a teenager and it was no fun at all.

Love that painting.
4 November 2009 at 09:34
Elizabeth Musgrave said…
Fascinating, aliens respond to bacon? Never knew that. Hope she gets well and you finish. x
4 November 2009 at 14:22
Maria said…
Hope Rose gets better soon. I've had that problem too, it's not nice at all. Best of luck with the deadline!
4 November 2009 at 23:22
Edward said…
I had glandular fever when I was a yout, and it's horrible. Hope she's better soon, and that you get on top of your pesky work!
5 November 2009 at 01:50
Maggie Christie said…
I've got a poorly daughter too - no bacon required to lure anything out (all coming out fine on its own). I hope your Rose is better soon. I love Muddy's word for glands - swollen glums sounds brilliant. I might have those next time... with bacon on the side.
5 November 2009 at 11:10
rachel said…
Our offspring, regardless of age, have that particular note in their voice when they ring because they Need Their Mum, don't they! And a little maternal clucking, comfort and reassurance is often all that's needed to help...
10 November 2009 at 01:12
Calico Kate said…
Oh poor Rose. Hope she gets better soonest.
CKx
10 November 2009 at 11:24
Zuzana said…
Hello, what an interesting blog.;) Sorry about your daughter not feeling well, I hope it will pass soon.;)
Thank you so much for stopping by my place.;)
xo
Zuzana
11 November 2009 at 07:58
BT said…
I do hope your daughter has recovered and I just love love love that painting. Covet covet!!
24 November 2009 at 18:18
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