Musings from the Merse
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Bitter Pill # One
Fumbling as one does for a pill in the faint light of a Duns Dawn Huttonian found that he had mistakenly swallowed (ingested as NHS 24 insists) a button battey for his digital-even-works-in-the-Borders-after-the -great-switchover-hearing aid. Went down a treat/
Hearing aid hors de combat. I may soon be reminded of:
I sat next to the Duchess at Tea
It was as I knew it would be
Her rumblings abdomenal
were some phenomenal
And every one thought it was me
They say the battery has a life of 7 days.
(And of course I may get it back)
Fumbling as one does for a pill in the faint light of a Duns Dawn Huttonian found that he had mistakenly swallowed (ingested as NHS 24 insists) a button battey for his digital-even-works-in-the-Borders-after-the -great-switchover-hearing aid. Went down a treat/
Hearing aid hors de combat. I may soon be reminded of:
I sat next to the Duchess at Tea
It was as I knew it would be
Her rumblings abdomenal
were some phenomenal
And every one thought it was me
They say the battery has a life of 7 days.
(And of course I may get it back)
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