- When I have a cold (as I do now) I rage and seethe like an Old Testament prophet
- Some of this can sound unintentionally funny
- I like the words, “accursed” and “forsaken” more than somewhat
- I can’t think of a single “ordinary” conversation where I might be able to use “accursed” and “forsaken” without sounding archaic, mad or worse…
- Mrs Gripes enjoys a scarcely concealed degree of schadenfreude
- I don’t mind her gloating as long as she does it quietly
- My postman scratches his nose using the envelopes he then posts through my door
- I don’t want to open my post now that I am aware of this fact
- I actually find the fuzzy, warm sweaty feeling of a fever pleasurable
- I am less fond of the tacky, cold feeling of a fever cooling down
- You can actually get used to the taste of blood.
- The smell of cat food can permeate even the thickest slugs of snot inhabiting one’s nostrils
- I can impersonate Elmer Fudd
- One shouldn’t impersonate Elmer Fudd when phoning one’s line-manager
- Particularly when said line manager is well know for being bereft of both a sense of humour and all compassion…
Thankfully one can’t get sacked for talking gibberish on the phone when off sick… but I bet she’d have good go if she thought she could get away with it! Humourless bint.
After writing all this mince, I am knackered now and need both a Lemsip and nice lie down. I would prefer the nice lie down to be with a pillowy-bosomed companion who would tend to my whims, soothe my fevered brow, and allow me to loll and idle in capacious luxury - but I’ll settle for the Lemsip and some idle day-dreaming. Probably about luxuriant pillowy bosoms and idle lolling.
And whims.
*sigh* I do like a good whim. Bad whims aren’t so good, but if you find a good whim? Ooh, it can change your life…
[The_Gripes_of_Wrath hopes to be returning to something approximating sense within the next day or so (usual variables apply) Please excuse the break in the usual doom and gloom: all donations of tissues impregnated with Aloe Vera gladly received …]
2 comments:
Did you know that Schadenfreude comes from Schaden the German for damage and Freude for joy? Kind thought it might be the Germans *to be said in a xenophobic tone* that would invent such a mean word.
ooh i can do the bosoms bit.
feel better soon !
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