What a great weekend I have had. The family all went to London to celebrate mum's birthday as planned. They all greatly enjoyed The Lion King, and then went on to Planet Hollywood for a fun meal, not sure mum was all that happy with the walking however, as she does not do walking or rushing about!
While they were there, they were all sending me texts or emails to make sure I was ok, I could not reply as had so many visitors and callers. Firstly Alison and Ross called in with donuts, for tea, just as the Marsh clan were leaving. Then shortly after lunch Garry arrived, follwed by Simon and Nicky, who were closely follwed by Roseanna and Gavin. I also received a call from Caveman, who I had not seen for ages. That was a really good call as he had a close relative who went through similar treatment some years ago, and they are still here, so we had a good laugh about things in general and also the side effects. More on that on Wednesday, as I do not want to spill the beans just yet. Thats a hint you know!
Yesterday was quieter, Simon and Nicky came back as they had missed Sarah and the kids on Saturday, then Dave R came round, on his fireblade just to rub it in, as I cant get my leg over anything at present.
Went to bed early last night, so back in usual routine. A Night with Beyonce normally would be something I would look forward too, it kind of spoilt it that she was a - singing and b - was only on TV too, not in my room. Off down to Redhill today for a walk around, ohh the joy of being off work. No need to buy any more ginger beer today, the (ginger) beer fridge in the garage is now full ....
A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?"
ReplyDeleteAnd the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks: "Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?"
The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "I don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit."
Good luck Friday Dene..
ReplyDeleteThe blind man was out walking with his Guide dog when suddenly the animal paused and wet the man's leg. Bending down, the blind man stretched out his hand and patted the dog's head.
Having watched what happened, a passerby said,
"Excuse me, why are you patting him? That dog just pissed on your leg!"
"I know," said the blind man, "but I've got to find his head before I can kick his arse."