Giving out some big Friday love
Big Friday love, this week, needs to be sent from wherever in the world you are (telepathically, if you can manage it please) to poor ol’ Mad Uncle Ali.
Not satisfied with nearly taking his hand off, he then rather stubbornly decided that instead of getting help, he’d pass out a couple of times and just quietly bleed to death, until survival instinct finally caught hold and he managed to attract some attention in the form of – who else – a young lady working in the nearby nursery.
Anyhoo, he’s in hospital now and has just come round after what appears to be the first of many operations. Needless to say he’s more worried about missing the rest of the cricket season than he is about the prospect of losing various fingers ’although wiping my bum’s proving a bit difficult, Sis’. Philosophical as ever (and putting a slightly brave face on) he sent me a text saying ‘at least I could register disabled and get loads of free shit’, but don’t believe that for a minute. Oh, and who’s even going to hazard a guess at how many nurse’s phone numbers he manages to get?
There you are, then. Bulk, happy healing thoughts are in order, please. I know you’ll step up to the mark for me. And Mad Uncle Alg.
26 Responses to “Giving out some big Friday love”
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All slagging aside (and I’m just getting warmed up) thank God he’s alright and will live to moon another day. As to scars, big scary ones are ubercool!
PS What’s a ‘Gang Mower’?
Ma: Oh poor thing – give him big hardly squeezes for me and give him all our love (even the wally love) xx
Growup: Yes, I’m expecting a Maxi-ism any minute.. Oh and *stop the press* I’ve got 7 baby chillies on my Thriftychilli!!!!
Kate: Aw thanks, yes, he’s a pillock isn’t he? x
Jen: Big heowge grass cutters that they tow behind tractors. Oops, probably shouldn’t have told you that
Please give him by very best, I hope he’s on the mend very very soon. Mmmmwwwa.xxxx
God and I thought I was bad…sprained by ankle last night and can’t use the crutches!
Growup: Just wait while I kill them now…
Rach: Maybe best not to mention that… Thanks, I’ll pass on all your good wishes x
Lola: No gory hand pics I promise, although I’m waiting for a picture message any moment… x
i’ll start the betting at 6 (nurses phone numbers)!
don’t you just hate being away from home when this stuff happens. sigh. take care.xx
Lulu: Ooh he will be pleased
Thanks x
Brig: Thanks. I know – very unusual for Maxi not to come up with something smutty… x
Aussie: I’m sure we’ll get one eventually! And thanks, I’ll pass on your good wishes xx
And like you said, I bet he gets a few nurses numbers while he’s laid up. Want to help in his out-patient recovery no doubt. I only managed to get a single smile off of them during my recent recovery from surgery and that was from a male nurse.
Oooh! Is it heartless and yucky to ask for a photo?
I reckon on 10 nurses’ numbers. 8 girls and 2 boys. (Hey! After a near-death experience, he might decide to eat the whole peach, no?)
Baino: Ew me too. Thanks – and I have to stop myself laughing every time someone says fingers crossed. Sorry Alg!
June: Thanks so much, I’ll pass them all one x
Jen: You never know! Can’t wait til he reads this!
Tell him not to go sticking body parts into moving machinery, would ya? It gives the rest of us the willies!
Alg: Huzzah! Glad you’re out alive, big bruv. I knew you’d get at least a couple. Was horrified by the idea of the pin sticking right out the top of the finger though – bet it makes you queasy every time you look at it! xx
Send him some Yummy Mammy love, I’m sure that will cheer him up LOL xx