It Was Just A Matter of Time
We all knew it was coming and today it arrived. My youngest nephew, ‘Gloops’, finally got sucked up the chocolate pipe. His glorious eight day ‘gobblefest’ concluding, predictably, with fatigue and nausea.
He lay, face down, on Glam-Nan’s sofa, softly whimpering. We knew it was bad when he refused Ginger Biscuits, slightly gagging as they were wafted under his nose. On the plus side, that did mean more for me. The doctor thinks it could be a case of scurvy and has him hooked up to a vegetable drip. (OK, that last bit’s a lie!)
Gloops was stretchered home, pale and listless, regretting his recent lifestyle choices. As they left, I could hear his loving older brother describing all the fun he was going to have on his Playstation when they got back, whilst Augustus spent some quality time with the toilet.
He lay, face down, on Glam-Nan’s sofa, softly whimpering. We knew it was bad when he refused Ginger Biscuits, slightly gagging as they were wafted under his nose. On the plus side, that did mean more for me. The doctor thinks it could be a case of scurvy and has him hooked up to a vegetable drip. (OK, that last bit’s a lie!)
Gloops was stretchered home, pale and listless, regretting his recent lifestyle choices. As they left, I could hear his loving older brother describing all the fun he was going to have on his Playstation when they got back, whilst Augustus spent some quality time with the toilet.
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