...ees whad I yam.
There was some talgh een my carmments 2 poseds ago, abou' my "fichu", my "larkett", my "beeb".
Sheet. Couldn't you hab dorn me a fabour an' kepd your beeg mouths short???
LOOGH WHAD THE WOOMAN HAS DORN TO ME!!!!!
I hab small plaze arn my shouldhair, whad I yab been leckeeen'. Leeckeen' leeckeen' leeckeen'.
So whad? Ees my forr.
Bod the Wooman say eed ees open woun' (muy pequeno) and I mos' wear a collar. She feel ber' sorry por me (thees mos' be a Fors') and so she cort a sarft collar oud ob a Damask nabkin. The alternateeb, I yam told, ees plasteec collar or cadsuit.
She has poot Bactroban, ees South Afreecan antibioteec, arn the smallplace (muy pequeno) and thad ees whad I yab been leeckeeen' arf!
She says they weel Obserb me to see eef eed worgh.
Shordly afthair she toogh thees peec I heed the camera. Pleease to remembhair, I broghe the las' camera.
Obserb thad, I say.
Doan' forgh weeth me.