I got a strip of 25 shivas and took them back to the care home. Least I was told they're Shivas, could've been Vishnus for all I know these days. There's a yellow/green border around the 25 'block' and buddhas and bits of odd psychedelic art on the back. Although I'm not really up to speed on these metric dosages, I think they're 125micros, maybe 150. Whatever, they're great stuff, very colourful.
We had two each and got well giggly. Some of the elder residents aren't fully with it up top and I was concerned they were eating the blotters thinking they were part of their tea. I needn't have worried, if they did they're really enjoying their 'blamange topping'. Until you peak with a 87 year old widow dancing round her zimmer frame and speaking in tongues, man, you just haven't tripped! She seems to think she's in an African church and marrying a savage. May be it's a flashback, she's a colourful old gal. What a crack-up.
Anyway, just thought I'd post and let you know what a grand time we're having here in Greenacres. Got to go, Alice wants to rhumba, George has had enough and is doing his mandela. Hope she's continent. But want to say finally it isn't just fun, I've had some tremendous insights into Alzenheimers and the great cosmic purpose, not half. If it keeps us awake later, we've plenty goofballs.
