Just sterilizing one of the purging tools. We don't want any nasty infections or suppurating wounds now, do we?
Father Ann has employed me as her booking secretary and press officer. For appointments please leave a comment on the blog. Father Ann doesn't come cheap, but then you get what you pay for. Any requests can be poked through the grill. She also accepts Paypal.
Oh dear, oh dear, some people just can't be trusted to treat the good father with the respect she deserves. She is being pestered with strange sounding appointments and seemingly dodgy requests, so late last night she booked herself into the Fatmikespa for a bit of cosmetic surgery. Incidentally, she found his address through google. It's www.changeyourfaceforfree.com. She is now in hiding for her own good and the good of the Deli, and I have been sworn to secrecy about her current appearance. Well, what the heck .........
Just come back from a morning of treatment with Fatmike. I must say he works very quickly, albeit a bit roughly at times. I can just about put up with the needles, but even I draw the line when he gets the tongs out of the fire, and believe me, I know all about pain. I'm not a friend of Father Ann's for nothing. Unfortunately I'll have to pay her yet another visit to confess that I swore at Mike and then kneed him in the thingies. And the bruises from last time I confessed still haven't healed.
Anyway, he's done a very good job on me, and I am now fit to be photographed for Martin.
Maalie stayed here last night and this morning (Saturday) he made me do a humiliating egg test, results on his blog. At least Scaredy can breath a sigh of relief now he's gone to Lapland!