
How I met your mother
I met Mrs Clown at the airport. You’ll never guess what happened next. Continue reading
I met Mrs Clown at the airport. You’ll never guess what happened next. Continue reading
We should replace the Royal Family with a series of cuddly mascots elected by the children. Continue reading
I need to know enough about my tumour to ask good questions. Continue reading
I promise to serve my God, the Queen, the Commonwealth and the Sea Cadet Corp. Continue reading
No pain or side effects at all and I’m feeling good.
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Today, I sat in the sunshine with my little dog and my special chair and I opened my bottle of 2020 vintage ale. Continue reading
Better to go down in glory, adventurers to the very end, than to wait for the end to come to us. Continue reading
My oncologist thinks I might be the kind of person who just likes to know stuff. Continue reading
I smell dog treats ALL THE TIME. My coffee smells of dog treats. My salmon smells of dog treats. Continue reading
Don’t confuse your Google search with my medical degree. Continue reading