Apologies that I haven’t replied to your comments for days. Our German visitors – who were lovely and, contrary to popular British opinion, proved that Germans do have a sense of humour – left yesterday and I collapsed on the couch in front of the TV, catching up with Glee (I’m up to date with ER). It was rather poignant to watch what were probably Cory Monteith’s last scenes.
I have been reading your comments even if I haven’t had time to reply; and also your emails. Please accept my apologies for not replying to those, either. I was too tired to go near the computer yesterday, and I am about to go out just now, catching two buses to a sleep clinic in Manchester.
Sadly, it doesn’t live up to the hype of its name: no sleeping for me; just an oxygen thingy for my finger, to determine whether I have sleep apnoea. I will probably have to go back again tomorrow, as the NHS needs to hold on to its oxygen thingies for other sleep-problemed patients; so I may not get a chance to reply until Thursday. I really am sorry. Or I would be, if I could stay awake long enough to care about social conventions.
I have enjoyed your discussion of the meanings of ‘bottoming’ and ‘bung’. I didn’t have a title for this post until I wrote that last line, so thank you once again, dear readers.
I can tell you now what bottoming and bung are not: they are not the named partners of a dodgy law firm.
Keep guessing; or tell me what you think their real meanings are – or are not.
The funniest reply will receive an answer in the comments from me. Can’t say fairer than that, can I?
No, really, I can’t: my temporary crown has given me a lisp.