“Hand transplant went very badly, I’m afraid”
“And apparently, I collapsed in front of the servants:”
“Oooh! Master Paul!”, they cried (hysterically)
“My Lavinia rang for an ambulance – eventually.”
“And I was ordered complete bed rest…”
“Marjorie’s blue eyes became misty with concern:
‘Where is the Will, Paul? You have made one, haven’t you?!'”
“And then Marjorie stayed away. Only Mary visited me, and became very worried indeed when I turned delirious.”
“Oh Master Paul, I’d better call in the priest”
Crossing herself, she went to fetch the lady of the house:
“But my wife was too stricken to attend my bedside:
‘Is the house mine? How much do I get?’, she mumbled to herself.”
“My fever grew worse, and Mary never left my side. She fed me crumbs of cake, willing me to stay alive.”
“Then I had the most brilliant idea! Feeling much better, I asked Mary to marry me!
I would divorce and disinherit Marjorie, and leave all my money to Mary’s kids in Borstal!”
“This news did not go down terribly well with Marjorie and Lavinia…..”
“Then everything went strange again. And this time, I really did come to.”
“You silly bugger, Paul! Whatever were you mumbling about?! And thanks for not making a will, by the way!”
I croaked nervously, “We’re not engaged or anything, are we?”
Mary looked startled: “No Sir.”
“I can see I’m going to have to keep an eye on you, Paul.”, Marjorie said protectively.
“Then the bitch locked me in the spare room!
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