It’s
June. This month I shall be a year older, and I shall be 76. I find that quite
a sobering thought. It does seem awfully old. And it’s not relieved by being
reminded by friends of verse 10 of Psalm 90. qv. – I prefer not to write it.
However, I have today been told by the surgeon that the result of the
exploratory op that, contrary to the results of the last two such ops that, in
fact, there is no infection in my artificial hip, and that I can go in for a
single stage replacement, which means that it will be all over in one go, and
not in two stages separated by a period of weeks or months. Which is Good News.
I gather that there is now a wait of at least 6 months because the bed problem
in Tunbridge Wells Hospital is one of the worst. However, at least I shall have
a separate room as that is all they have in Tunbridge Wells, - there are no
wards as such at all! A touch of comfort, if not luxury.
May
has been a good month, too. The sun has shone, and although there has been rain
in plenty, it has mostly fallen at night. And an unexpected advantage of that
is the magnificent lightning displays that came with it – much better viewed at
night. Although not a patch on those that we had in Cayman, which were much
more spectacular. However, in Cayman there is little or no surface water
drainage, so we all had to wait until it percolated away in the limestone,
which occasionally meant that we were confined to base for days at a time,
unless you were not fussy about walking about in 9-inch deep warm flood water.
We
had a good meeting with the chaps from our year at school. We do this about
every 6 – 9 months when one of our number comes back from Canada, where he has
made his home. Fortunately he likes coming back, and we meet in a pub in
London. Splendid affairs, but strangely on-one seems to get pissed any more.
Did you hear about the cross eyed teacher who lost her job because
she couldn't control her pupils?
What does a clock do when it's hungry? It goes back four seconds.
A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a
seasoned veteran.
I
am usually quite suspicious about magic on TV but this was really impressive.
Go to
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Modern Nursery Rhymes
(Not all that modern
– I remember one or two of them 6 years ago!
Mary had a little pig,
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
Mary had a little lamb.
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
And now they have a son.
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
And now they have a son.
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And
finally, as we have to be topical…
Prince
Harry had his Bachelor Party in London and here is his "Quote of the
Day" from that memorable event:
"It's really weird stuffing money into a stripper's G string when every bill
has a photo of your grandmother printed on it."
"It's really weird stuffing money into a stripper's G string when every bill
has a photo of your grandmother printed on it."
