GWN so sad sorry story

Sorry for standing you all up at Coronation Billiards on Saturday and
delaying the start of the tournament. Here's how it didn't happen.

Jacquie and I flew back to Canada from Heathrow on November 25, a Tuesday.
On Thursday evening in London ON, 2 days later, I consumed almost 6 Old
Speckled Hens. Probably two Hens too many for me, but more importantly
resulted in a cold/flu bug settling in and subsequently trying to kill me.

>From Friday at supper time till Sunday at noon, I slept more than a cat.
First the shivers, then the sweats, then repeat. I hate walking up in the
night in a soaking wet bed with stuffed up and pounding sinuses and a throat
tickle. I was a sad fucking sight to be sure.

Dad was looking forward to a get away as was my Jacquie who had decided to
play in her first GWN 9 ball tournament. There was a snow storm, but if I
hadn't been such a weanie, as Jacquie put it, we would have been there.
Driving in a snow storm is nothing when you've done it your whole life.

Rob did have to work.

The last time I was awake when a phone call might have been useful I think I
assumed because of the wind whipped snow in Barrie that the tourney would be
cancelled. I could have called Coronation as a precaution, but I saw my
shadow and crawled back to bed to look for a dry spot.

Sorry folks. I really wanted to be there, but sideways is sideways.

I lugged a digital video camera everywhere we went in Europe and I was
anticipating getting some great GWN footage to properly finish off the trip,
but alas, poor Yorick was kicked in the head by the donkey and eaten by the
rats.
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Protection Island Bruce (safe at home, but still coughing and wheezing)