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AN BEFORE THE PRICKLEY ONE LAUGHS

I CANT TAKE ME IRON MEDICINE ANYMORE
ITS MUCKED UP THE PD MEDICINE AGAIN

AN YOU LOT BEFORE YOU START
I AINT HAD A DROP OF BOOZE BUT KEEP FALLING OVER,,AN IM GETTING A WEE BIT FED UP,SOOOOO
I PHONED DOCTOR,I KNOW HAVE APP WITH PD NURSE NEXT WEDNESDAY,,
APP WITH HEMOTOLLLOGYWOTSIT NEXT THURSDAY

CORR PRICKLES BY THE TIME I HAD ALL THOSE TESTS I'LL BE MORE PRICKLEY THAN YOU
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Wot, me laff at your misfortunes? Never!!
I dont find the thought of yer arse resembling a pin cushion funny at all!

Hey Dizzi.....
Well, i didn't dare try the turps on my bleeding legs due to the damaged caused by the cheese grater. But guess wot? the cooking oil worked a treat.
You clever fing you! Love from Greasy Lil xxx

I shall go to the ball! :<))

Dizzi, had a bit of a shock then, Thought you,d turned into Old Man Steptoe.:o)>**M**.

Dizzi
Can you drink orange juice?

Vitamin C helps your body to absorb iron, so it could aid the intake from your normal diet.

Hope things improve.

Gwyn

GWYN,
I CAN DRINK APPLE JUICE IS THAT THE SAME
SOMETIMES ORANGE CAN UPSET ME,
OR MAYBE ITS THE VODKA MISSING,
M :-)
THEY USED MY HOUSE AS A MODEL FOR
STEPTOE,,BUT I LOVE SORTING THROUGH

PH
GLAD THE COOKING OIL WORKED ,BET THEIR THINKING,,LEGS,URPS CHEESE GRATER COOKING OIL ,,WHAT ON EARTH THEY ON ABOUT

Dizzi, you say, i do!.............."Now thats another fine mess you got me into!" Greasy Lil..........
Smellin loike a chip pan!! xxxx

Any Old Iron

Just a week or two ago my dear old Uncle Bill,
He went and kicked the bucket and he left me in his will.
So I went around the road to see my Auntie Jane.
She said, "your Uncle Bill has left you a watch and chain."
So I put it on right across my derby kell.
The sun was shining on it and it made me look a swell.
I went out, strolling round about.
A crowd of kiddies followed me and they began to shout,

"Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look so dapper from your napper to your feet.
Dressed in style, brand-new tile,
And your father's old green tie on.
But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch and chain,
Old iron, old iron."

I won't forget the day I went to London on the spree.
I saw the mayor of London there. That's who I went to see.
He came along in a carriage and a pair.
I shouted, "come on, boys! All throw your hats up in the air."
Just then the mayor, he began to smile,
Pointed to my face and said, "Lor Lummy, what a dial!"
Started Lord-a-mayoring, and then to my dismay,
He pointed to my watch and chain and shouted to me, "Hey,
Any old iron? ..."

I shan't forget the day I married Miss Elisa Brown.
The way the people laughed at me, it made me feel a clown.
I arrived in a carriage called a hack,
When I suddenly discovered I'd my trousers front to back.
So I walked down the aisle, dressed in style,
The vicar took a look at me and then began to smile.
The organ started playing. The bells began to ring.
The people started laughing and the choir began to sing,
"Any old iron? ..."