Miss Polly Had A Dolly Who Was Sick, Sick, Sick

[ailbhe]

She's ill, and she's sleeping, and I've drugged her up good. She's refusing to eat all her usual food. She's snotty, and whingy, and restless, and weak; she's tiring, and loathsome - she's been like this all week.

I'm thinking of drinking; I'm trying some wine. If that doesn't work, I'll try whiskey next time... I've tried tea and coffee, and chocolate and cake, but I can see now that it's drink it'll take.