|Our kitchen table this morning....how very fucking Homes & Gardens?|
It's my favourite part of the year.
Now I posted the above photo for Tom. No, not stone Mason, " Bath" Tom, the rakish imp , celebrity banter expert and scourge of every young pretty barmaid this side of the M1, no, I am sending this virtual bunch of flowers to Angola Tom of
Hippo On The Lawn fame. ( click the word hippo to find the blog)
A day ago I received an email from tom's wife, Marcia stating that Tom had been extremely poorly in hospital. She told me he was improving but was very weak, so I thought ( like you do) that if the old duffer could muster the energy to tap the keyboard on his computer, be may appreciate a " get well soon" token of free welsh flowers .
Having gotten to know tom over the years, I do know that his admission to hospital was a serious affair., after all, this is the man who was recently bitten by an angry puff adder and who dealt with the resulting necrotic foot with a slug of whiskey and a bandaid.
Hats off to the old soldier
They breed them tough in the colonies don't you know?
I tried to type in capital letters, about the risk of infection, the need of IV antibiotics and the probability of septicemia .... He just smiled a lot and attacked the bite with a razor, hot water and a towel.......
Come the zombie apocalypse get behind Thomas.... That's what I say!
So I am sending him our collective best wishes. I know that many blogging enthusiasts in this odd little world here follow Hippo On The Lawn avidly.... And why wouldn't they? The adventures of his adventures in Angola make Auntie Glad's scones look just a little wan
This world is made just a little richer and more interesting with Tom's writing and escapades still in it