Let me, please, take a word for the sake and health of someone on this board, who may be in need of our positive thoughts.
He’s too… British, to voice a complaint, and whatever transpired of it here was an instant of low spirits and only once. Maybe he’ll hate my guts for voicing this aloud, but he alreaady knows I’m one of these wide-mouthed frogs, so I’ll bet on his understanding, or condescending…
I know many of you are blessed with a grace I can’t share, but do envy. Namely, the belief in something else, beyond the beyond, and of its influences on our lives. From those, I’ll ask for a mention in their prayers for our friend and fellow chiffer.
To the others, I’ll just say he’s one of our buddies, and no-one ever could complain of his speaking foul, or mean, or dull.
More than that, knowing the day–to-day–of an ordeal, he just casually went on his whistle-making experiences, and entertaining us by sharing the results.
The surgeon’s knife should relieve him of the crabfish to-day. And good riddance! Let’s join thoughts, and for some–prayers, so as he recovers and heals fast and stays with us long.
Here’s to our Northumbrian friend Richard–rbm–and his speedy recovery. We need him here, and so do his apis mellifica bees.
Cheers, Richard, and remember we’re yet to jam together in Mesquer!