“Woke up this morning feeling fine”
Woke up this
morning and stood on my hair getting out of bed.
Time for a
number four, all over , I thought.
So after a
number one, a number two and some wheaty bangs I headed off to Queeny barbers
for a number four (down t’wood).
My car tyres
have been playing up over the last few days – loosing air pressure.
I had these
tyres put on, special like, winter ones, back in October when I had to ferry the
wife to and from Leeds following a big foot operation.
It’s 11 inches now.
“Seals were leaking
– that’s 49 squid Mr. Charles Brown told me.
(God knows
what Charlie Brown knows about sea life.)
Anyway £49
lighter we headed off to Huddersfield Hospital to visit poorly relatives.
Halifax
people can’t seem to get the right illness for treatment at the Halifax
Hospital.
My
little sister has had a serious operation to try and get rid of the nasty ‘c’
word from her.
She looked
good to-day.
Mr 93
year-old Father-In-Law (F-I-L)( lets
call him Phil to keep thing clear) is in the same place but for a completely
different reason.
A few months
ago he broke his wrist. Ignoring advice to stay put while his daughter fetched
him a cup of tea he decided to go head over heels, base over apex or arse over
Long Tailed and break his wrist – that was a few months ago.
Last week he
decided he was unstable (on his feet) and that he would like a three wheeled
Gizmo with brakes and a little compartment to put his shopping in to help him
stroll. So his daughter took him to Hebden Bridge and bought him one – he was
over the moon.
(No he had
not just put his pants back on).
The other
residents, where he resides, were well impressed with the Gizmo and some of
them went to HB
to get a Gizmo also.
A few days
later Phil nagged, sorry, spoke at length towards the ear of, a social worker,
asking to join some activity centre. The social worker duly took him to mingle
with some older people.
Noticing the
Table Tennis table Phil decided to have a bloody game of Ping Pong – yes this
is Phil of the new Gizmo who cannot walk
unaided.
(The bloody
here is not a swear word – the bo****ks later on is).
Next news
Phil is on the deck with a broken thumb, broken hip and a sore head and so here
we are at Huddersfield Hospital.
Sorry about the rant!
BIRDS.
A very fitting report from the Raggalds Flood this evening.
Just had time for a walk up there –
if FLOOD means full the we are at FL at the
moment.
The FL was almost deserted just a
single Mallard overhead and a Pied Wagtail knocking about. Also a family of
newly fledged Great Tits were feeding in the trees opposite.
Time for a beer ….
Oh: a Joke – you’ll have heard it
before but I like it.
Two cannibals eating a comedian.
First Cannibal: “ Does this taste
funny to you”.
Thats got to be the blog entry of the year John, just what the doctor ordered, forget the serious side of life, lets have some humour, nice one.
ReplyDeletePS. Wish we could get away with charging £49 to reseal tyres.
ReplyDeleteAmazing what a crap day, visiting the hospital, does to the brain.
ReplyDeleteRegards
John
Yep - thought about your garage after I'd signed the B form.
ReplyDeleteTold you it was a crap day.
I'll head your way next time.