Thursday, 18 December 2008

Laughter - lets hope so!

I met old friends for a cup of tea in a local cafe today, Dod and Donald used to work with me years ago in nightclubs and we have many things in common, as many as the things we don't! Whilst i see Dod a lot as we live nearby and walk the dogs together, Donald runs a bar and so i dont get to see him so often. Between us, we could fill a book of stories that would rock the socks off and today the chit chat brought many a smile to our faces.

"I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out."

So today is laughter day. Dave Johnstone, a former student of mine, dropped by the other day and left me with some Lee Evans dvd's to watch and while i know Siva will be popping past, the dvd's will get a play tonight.

I had a meal last night,
I ordered everything in French,
surprised everybody,
It was a Chinese restaurant.

i'm told i will receive my CT scan on the 30th of this month, which will mean that the Chemo will start early in January. The wound is healing up better and i even jumped out the bed, ran down the stairs to answer the postmans knock this morning. Then i remembered to take it easy! I'm walking more, now on my own with the dog. I have to be careful that i dont slip, but otherwise i am pushing the distance daily. This is of course making me feel that the healing process is better and that in itself is making it better!

New Madness song:

A policeman stopped me the other night, he taps on the window of the car and says:
'Would you please blow into this bag, Sir'.
I said: 'What for, Officer?'
He says: 'My chips are too hot'.


Wullie said...

"I slept like a baby last night.
Pissed the bed 3 times and woke up at 4am - it was great!" - Lee Evans

Keith & Rimma said...

So, i walked into the butcher as said i bet you 50 quid you will not give me all the meat on that back shelf. No chance he replied, the steaks are too high. Tommy Cooper

Anonymous said...

My nookie days are over;
My pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal;
Is now my water spout.

Time was when of its own accord;
From my trousers it would spring.
But now I have a full time job;
To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing;
The way it would behave.
For every single morning;
It would stand and watch me shave.

As old age approaches;
It sure gives me the blues.
To see it hang its withered head;
And watch me tie my shoes.


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