For the passing of the portavac.
For three weeks, Porta, our faithful little friend from Beijing, has been coughing and groaning and spluttering, thanks to #name removed to protect the guilty# defying instructions not to involve him in the last tri-annual Great Dusty Shed Cleanup. A turn for the worse was observed this morning (pardon my passives), and Dr Jackypoohs performed open belly surgery under general anaesthetic in the midst of a spilt box of cereal. An hour of sweating over the operating table - the one beside the stove top, not that it matters - couldn't prevent the inevitable, and Porta's little heart finally gave out at 09:07 hours.
Sadly, next of kin have rejected all organs donated.
Funeral at the end of our driveway on Monday 22nd at noon, or whenever Reverend Recycle-Truck shows up.
Sad days.
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My condolences. The protovac will obviously be missed.
ReplyDeleteThis might sound harsh so close to event, but apparently there's a dyson sale on? MIght be a good opportunity.
I sweep.
ReplyDeleteI weep.
Nuff said.
Thanks for the condolence, Lee.