Toots in Solitude

By Toots

Robin

Robbin' me of my 'ealth.
Slight dose of Flu so didn't feel very great today, Donald helped me along, the blind leading the blind. But with a few feverish naps I have managed to shift it, downgraded to a cold.
Donald went on a mission for some messages. No walking stick he ventured forth up the road to get a prescription for him in the chemist and then a few things from Margiotta's. He returned unscathed and the only misdemeanour was to lose track of where he was in the flats and went to No 10 wrestling to open their door.

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