20 October
2012
It's
happened again; I thought of something for starting today's blog as I was lying
in bed but now I've forgotten what it was.
Thing is, before I settle I have to put on the face mask of a CPAP
machine. I have sleep apnoea that
requires me to use the mask 5 nights out of 7 as a minimum. My usage rate is much closer to 7 out of 7
nights. I can see and so on while using
it but it's not all that comfortable to do so really so when I do think of
something and I have settled, then it doesn't get noted. And leads to me forgetting what it was.
Before I
settled last night I finished reading Ian Rankin's Doors Open. It is up to his
normal excellent standard apart from one item - the ending. That left me quite frustrated and a tad
annoyed. I won't tell you about it in
case I spoil it for you. But basically
he's either left it open-ended ready for a fallow up, or he decided to have a
mean day with the ending. Later I shall
send him an email over it ;-)))
While I was
in town yesterday a couple stopped me and asked where the market was. Opps ... there's no market in Dorktown on
Friday's. They were looking fairly disappointed
when I told that. I also told the extent
of it when it is on and that cheered them up somewhat. I hope they didn't travel far to see it!
Front page
of today's Telegraph is the story of 2 men being lifted by police over three separate
attempts of trying to abduct kids in Coventry.
I should image there won't many tears shed for the pair! Today's anniversary, also in the Telegraph is
the Sir Christopher Wren, the man behind St Pauls Cathedral and so many other
building in London, was born on this day in 1632. You can now sleep soundly in your beds
tonight knowing that won't you.
And talking
of St Paul's ...
taken from the Founders, a very nice pub on the South Bank.
And just a thought, we are going out tomorrow so I doubt there will be a blog entry. We're going to Southend to a birding site a couple of miles away. Hopefuul there wil be some new bird photos and perhaps even some of Southend too.
A funny, a
very funny funny ...
A man with a
bad stomach complaint sees his family doctor and asks what he can do. The
doctor replies that the illness is quite serious but can be cured with a small
course of two suppositories inserted into the back passage.
The man agrees, although reluctantly. The doctor warns the man to expect some discomfort, and then asks him to bend over. The doctor then shoves the thing into his behind. The man experiences some minor discomfort but endures the pain.
Afterwards, the doctor hands the man a second dose and tells him to do the same thing in six hours, using rubber gloves and some KY-Jelly.
Later that evening, the man tries to insert the second suppository. Sure enough, he can't reach himself properly to obtain the required depth. He calls his wife over and explains what she has to do.
The wife nods and puts one hand on his shoulder to steady him. She uses her free hand to shove the medicine home. The man suddenly screams in horror.
"What's the matter?" asks his wife. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, but I just realized that the doctor had BOTH hands on my shoulders."
The man agrees, although reluctantly. The doctor warns the man to expect some discomfort, and then asks him to bend over. The doctor then shoves the thing into his behind. The man experiences some minor discomfort but endures the pain.
Afterwards, the doctor hands the man a second dose and tells him to do the same thing in six hours, using rubber gloves and some KY-Jelly.
Later that evening, the man tries to insert the second suppository. Sure enough, he can't reach himself properly to obtain the required depth. He calls his wife over and explains what she has to do.
The wife nods and puts one hand on his shoulder to steady him. She uses her free hand to shove the medicine home. The man suddenly screams in horror.
"What's the matter?" asks his wife. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, but I just realized that the doctor had BOTH hands on my shoulders."
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