Why? Who’s got a sore ankle? I have but I’ve not told anyone, I just suffer in silence.
Oooh no! You’ve got a sore ankle uncle Dezzy? How rotten for you, however I’m sure your innate Yorkshire grit will come to the fore and with due stoicism and resilience reinforced by a dose of good old northern stiff upper lip shoulder the burden with a quiet and proud dignity.
Meanwhile have I told you of the trouble I am having with split ends in my nose and ear hair, my dear fellow you can’t imagine the grinding depression that comes with it especially when I hear people sniggering, (some people have no empathy whatsoever) but like your good self I shall endeavour to overcome.
Good to see there are still a few stalwarts like ourselves that can endure life’s trials and tribulations without behaving like martyrs, and that is made all the more astounding when we live among a world of vacuous snowflakes complaining about everything that isn’t important.
I salute you sir, and all you stand (albeit a bit awkwardly) for.
I have a shadow in my vision from that despite them telling me it would improve as the years went by
