Eric is an elderly chap at home with his wife Enid. He’s moaning and groaning.
“Oi! Writer! I AM ill.“
“Yep, that’s fine Eric. Can I get on with the story now?”
“Hmm, stick to the facts.”
He stood, moaning.
“Phone the doctors, instead of moaning,” said Enid.
Eric phoned. His call was answered and he yelled:
“Doctor! Doctor! I Feel Like a Pair Of Curtains!”
“You are caller number 10 in the queue. Your estimated wait time is twenty-five minutes.”
…
“Please continue feeling like a pair of curtains.”
Enid sighed, rolled her eyes.
“Pull yourself together,” She said.