After Donkey's heart attack and miraculous recovery, his last night in hospital, we are communicating by text after visiting hours were over...
PING!
Donkey: Do the cats miss me?
Me: I miss you, Donkey.
Donkey: Well, yes, I ... erm ... know that my sweet.
Me: And yet...
Donkey: So. Do the cats miss me?
Me: Yes, YOUR cat misses you. MY cat is in the process of moving into your chair. And your side of the bed.
Donkey: [sends really frightening selfie] Show my cat this.
Me: What. You want I should scare your cat to death?
Also Me: [sends equally appalling selfie]
Donkey: Lordy, Jude. Are you trying to finish me off?
Me: Tit for tat, Donkey.
Donkey: Struth. I'm still great sport for you, aren't I?
Me: You know it, Babe.
Donkey: The nurse just came in to flush my spigots. And other stuff.
Me: What colour are her eyes?
Donkey: Wasn't looking at them ... erm ... BROWN.
Me: I'll wait.
[Lapsed time - 5 minutes. Or so. Not enough for shenanigans]
Donkey: Spigots flushed. Sugar good. BP good. Pulse in feet good.
Me: You didn't show her your selfie did you?
Donkey: No. I showed her yours.
Me: Right. Yours is going up on Facebook.
Donkey: That's just cruel.
Me: Love and war.
Donkey: Okay. I'll delete yours from my phone if you'll delete mine from yours.
Me: Deal.
Also me: Done.
Donkey: Done. We'll never speak of this again, right?
Me: Never.
Donkey: We make a good team, don't we?
Me: You know it, Babe. ❤️
P.S. - Bring the gowns home - we can play doctor!
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