Author: zenrules

A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. ‘Careful,’ he said, ‘CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You’re cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They’re going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you’re cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don’t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the! Salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!’ The wife stared at him. ‘What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don’t know how to fry a couple of eggs?’ The husband calmly replied, ‘I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving.’

Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.

My daughter’s partner, Owen, is doing a 10km. run to raise funds for MS Research. Any contribution would be most welcome!

Here’s the link to his appeal.

Last night Marion and I were invited out to dinner at Tapping House, the Norfolk Hospice, and were right-royally entertained for the evening. The staff, all voluntary, run it as Day Centre, and specialise in various forms of massage. There were about sixty guests, (thirty disabled, thirty carers), and the staff were in black tie and equivalent. I was struck by the number of ex-service people there; I suppose it reflects on the love of community life engendered in the armed forces. Looking round the faces after the meal, in every face I saw the determination not to be beaten by their disability, including a grand dame of 82, caring for her husband. She looked about 60, and was a dancer at the Windmill in her youth. After dinner, all five courses of it, a group of young country lads sang, rather like the Wurzels. The evening was most enjoyable, and very humbling in a way. To a large extent it restored my faith in human nature.

If interested, look them up on Google.

Website The Norfolk Hospice Tapping House

The most important thing about Spaceship Earth – an instruction book didn’t come with it.
R. Buckminster Fuller

Good night everyone, sleep well