[Elfsea] Ld Sebastion in the Hospital

[Terri Head]

In the freezing snow no doubt with his trusty steed, (ironically named "car") and lovely wife beside him as he walked up hill both ways fighting off the masked mauraders (wearing white or hospital blue) from taking his chilli away from him (or was that his horse?) and he succumbed to their vicious knives, for he was out numbered (more like out numbed).  Alas, he survived the knifes of these faceless men, and overcame their mysterious sleeping potion, and found that he had received a simple slice to his side. (were they heathen canibals???)He found he lost but one thing. A sack of potatoes.

Your prayers are with me always...

Violet of Glamorganshire




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From: "Padraig O'Maolagain" <padraig_ruad at irishbard.com>
Reply-To: elfsea at ansteorra.org
Date: Mon,  4 Feb 2002 19:28:00 -0500

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>We'll keep him in our prayers for a speedy recovery.
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>What an opportunity for a great "no s**t, there I was" story.  "There I was, all alone against a dozen of them with cutlasses and daggers, and me caught with only my rapier and my lighting speed..."
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>Pádraig
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>Darius wrote:
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>>Just a note to let people Know our Rapier Marshall Ld Sebastion Nieto was
>>taken to the hospital this morning and had an Apendectomy this afternoon. He
>>is resting after surgery and Lady Elenore is resting as well. We will keep
>>you aprised when he is moved to a room.
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>>At Home in Elfsea
>>Darius
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 "Stop telling God how big your storm is.
Instead,  tell your storm how big your GOD is."

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