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Post by terfle on May 1, 2006 18:43:01 GMT
nope......i think its your glasses
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Post by wilderbeest on May 1, 2006 19:13:22 GMT
OK, I assumed you'd all noticed the link, but now I'm not so sure... I just said it because the theme of the story was colourblindness...
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Post by Captain Annie on May 1, 2006 20:58:29 GMT
lol, we are all having blonde moments
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Post by terfle on May 3, 2006 18:37:20 GMT
OK, I assumed you'd all noticed the link, but now I'm not so sure... I just said it because the theme of the story was colourblindness... duuuuuuuuuuuuuuur ;D
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Post by wilderbeest on May 3, 2006 23:07:40 GMT
Well I thought you must have noticed. But then you confused me!
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Post by Captain Annie on May 4, 2006 15:02:15 GMT
lol
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Post by terfle on May 4, 2006 16:43:11 GMT
i may wear glasses, but i'm not THAT blind
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Post by terfle on May 29, 2006 13:38:42 GMT
-What’s wrong with you? Cat got your tongue? More head shaking from the muted doctor. He was too pissed off to tell her. If he could. Katie looked up from the mess that is her art homework and reported back to her exasperated stepmother. -He’s not happy about his walking stick. And the way Lizzie does her hair. The way Mr Rose uses his office as an ashtray. And- -Yes yes, what’s the real problem? enquired Jill, she needed to get to yoga class soon and she couldn’t without sorting out her husband first. He was hopeless. Only last week he put his tea in his cereal and sugar on his scrambled eggs. She hoped it wasn’t a midlife crisis too soon. She really couldn’t handle that. Not now. She needed to know how to wrap her legs around some position or other this class, or was that last weeks? Her mind flitted to other matters… -He’s doing it again-Katie tugged her sleeve. Pouring his tea into his cereal again. She tapped him on the shoulder and asked him why he was behaving like a prat today. Again. He mouthed her an explanation about losing his voice. -You think tea and cereal with help do you? He shrugged and carried on slurping. At least there would be a bit of peace in the house now that he’s stopped yelling every time he knocked into something with corners. She was determined to get down to the bottom of this sudden voice loss…
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Post by wilderbeest on May 30, 2006 22:53:17 GMT
Ooh! I thought we'd got to the end of this one!
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Post by terfle on May 31, 2006 13:12:09 GMT
so did i. but loonietart decided to extend it with her ailments
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Post by terfle on Jun 16, 2006 15:14:26 GMT
-Something to do with Mr Rose. He saw him in his office recently and when he came back he didn’t speak again. Just gestured and scribbled notes to his patients. Like he’d been abducted by aliens or something. They were standing outside reception; Jill lounging against the wall, Lizzie sipping some tea Matron had sent back with the excuse it was too sweet. They was finishing enlightening Jill with her errant husband’s current affliction -What do you think could it be? Something Mr Rose did or said? -Dunno. Ask him -I can’t! He doesn’t want to talk! -I was talking about Mr Rose. Jill thought about it -That would make sense. The man in question was stalking up the corridor as they discussed, moustache bristling, head gleaming with a military stance. Just the type to be afflicted with temporary amnesia on hot days. But that was not the issue this time -What have you been doing in your office with my husband? That really was not the way to go about things. Especially not with Mr Rose. You needed to be concise and particular. Not Jill’s style at all. She cleared her throat. He looked down at her quizzically, like an eagle with a natty moustache. -Hm, yes? Jill felt foolish now -Why’s my husband lost his voice? I was told he was last seen in your office with his voice intact. What do you say to that? -I say he was astounded by my amazing airplane collection, said he, smoothly -Eh? Jill hadn’t been prepared for this revelation -You do know he likes paper airplanes? I have some in my office -Errrr. Of course she knew, his collection was insane. She hated the things, herself –S’cuse me. She rushed back home, mortified. Wait till she got her hands on him. All that for some crappy paper models -Gordon! Steal some of his airplanes or burn them! I won’t have you loosing your voice over the amazement of those things! Dammit. She’d caught him now. Pretend he’d never seen the things. He began to whistle haphazardly. His voice was back now; he’d gotten over it. Meanwhile he’d build some really good models that would make that old Doc jealous. Just you wait…
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Post by wilderbeest on Jun 16, 2006 16:31:54 GMT
Ooh paper planes!
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Post by terfle on Jun 16, 2006 21:41:27 GMT
couldn't think of much else!
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Post by terfle on Jun 27, 2006 18:56:09 GMT
-Stop scratching; you’ll make it worse. She stood in the hall looking dolefully at her arm, highly unseemly for a doctor. Waylaying another in her path, she stopped him to check that it wasn’t poisoning her, before being reassured it was just a rash. Dammit. It didn’t go with what she was wearing -Gordon! What is this? She scratched unsuccessfully at the reddening skin -Don’t touch it -Is it poison?! -Don’t be stupid. It’s just a rash. A rash? From what? Her mind went back to a few options earlier that week, treating Mrs Green’s varicose veins weren’t too pretty, nor was poking a syringe into that teenager with rabies. She bet she had caught something off him. She shuddered and went to reception -Mummy look! It’s a monster! Jill turned around irritably and started as the stupid child in front of her, pointing to her arm. She was tempted to slap her. Then she looked at her arm and saw why. It was deformed. It looked like dried up PVA glue crumbling her skin into crumbs. Eurgh. Disgusting. The kid had a point, but she wasn’t going to let her know that. Walking away, into Mr Rose’s office, she perched on his desk and waited for the smoke to disappear. He diagnosed eczema, something totally harmless. Phew. She would have no kid telling her she looked like a pile of crumbling red brick. Now it was left to Gordon to say something and he was as silly as any 5 year old over something as minor as this. Typical. She made sure she would pass his office later on this shift. Now to find some gloves…ones that would match her outfit
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Post by Captain Annie on Jun 27, 2006 19:45:48 GMT
we (janet, flick and i, well mainly janet and flick) have a history of paper planes, we made many and named most of them. We made a rather big one which we have a picture of Janet and I with! I will have to dig it out and post it on here!
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