Got this from my Mum today via email:
Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!
When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.
“Miss Beatrice”, he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this”pointing to the bowl.”Oh, yes,” she replied, “Isn’t it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground.
The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven’t had the flu all winter.”
I’ve just been perusing my blogroll and reading today’s posts. I nearly choked on my mandarin segment when I saw this story on The Newish Journalism blog.
The Basel based Welfare Group for Disability and Sexuality has started recruiting “volunteers” to have sex with disabled people? My image of Basel has suddenly changed! Can a welfare group recruit people to have sex with other people? If that’s legal then where’s the line between that and everything that goes on in the red light district?
So many questions!
It’s a wonder I can blog at all…Hacckkaaaahhhooc…today. I’ve been struck down with a particularly virulent case of the life-threatening, “MAN-FLU”. My body has been racked with pain and suffering all weekend. My lungs have been filled with gravel and…hhhmmmmmmacccckkkh…have all but packed in today. No amount of vitamin C or honey and lemon drinks can combat the crippling congestion and splitting headaches. My nose is producing enough fluid to fill a bath.
The man-flu has gripped my body and tossed it round like a rag doll. The fact that I’m typing this at all is testament to my refusal to bow under the onslaught. I’m…cuhaacccckkkkllke…lucky to be alive.
I may never be without pain but I never grumble!
Posted in Health
Tagged Man flu