I awoke this morning unusually early at 5am with a mysterious pounding
headache and a vague feeling of nausia. Unless medical history was about
to be made, the probability of my being pregnant seemed remote.
On turning on my Apple mac, instead of it's usual soothing hum, it gave me an acerbic roar like an angry bear with a sore tooth. Doing my best to ignore the cruel wunmphing thump of the keys, I proceeded to gingerly check my Email for incoming.
This is what I found:
1. A copy to myself of an Email I had evidently sent to some poor innocent in Australia while online surfing. It said simply "Help, I' m getting purple dots in front of my eyes"
2. Equally succinct came a terse message from a good Email buddy which read
"I have deleted your Email to me"
. . . and disinfected her computer too perhaps. What the hell had I been up to?
3. Before I had time to gather my murky thoughts, I had opened the third missive - again an online Email copied to myself which read
"Sorry imn tioio druyhgnbkj to send thios"
4. The next one had no words but this picture was attached.
. . . . . with
the message "The Hangover"
It had been sent by someone anonymously from the year 2022
Knocking over an empty bottle with the mysterious words words Remy Martin on it, I decided the others had better wait until I had tried to get to the kitchen to put the kettle on and being a careful sort of chap I thought, I'll just save this somewhere where I'll easily be able to find it again to complete it when I get back . . .