Role Reversal

When my daughter moved away from Canberra some years ago she made sure that her son spent some part of his holidays with us, wherever we happened to be. First port of call after picking him up at the airport  was the supermarket – so that he could choose what he wanted to eat while he was with us. The rest of the holiday was spent showing him around whatever city we happened to be living in.

Yesterday I flew to Perth to spend a few days as my grandson’s guest. I was met at the airport and whisked off to the supermarket… For the next five days I shall be taken around Perth.

I’ll be looking in, but the time difference will make it virtually impossible for me to do much more than comment very late at UK night…

Catch you all later… 🙂

Paddy’s fingers

Paddy’s fingers
Paddy was working at the fish plant in Cork when he accidentally
cut off all 10 of his fingers.

He went to the emergency room in Cork ‘s hospital.

The doctor looked at Paddy and said, �’Lets be avin’ da fingers and I’ll �see what oi can do’.

Paddy said,
‘Oi haven’t got da fingers.’

‘Whadda ya mean you haven’t got da fingers?
�Lord Tunderin’ Jesus, it’s 2010!
We’s got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques.
I could �have put dem back on and made you like new!
Why didn’t ya bring da fingers?!?’

And Paddy said,
‘ How da fock was I ‘spose to pick them up !!!

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For want of a Book

As I glanced at the text on the computer screens I noticed a change in their layout. This had the effect of bewildering me to the spot; an occurrence that only happens when a shop changes its floor plan drastically without consulting me. Sensing my confused state from underneath a pile of books on her desk, the librarian’s opening gambit was the trusty, “can I help you.”

Not expecting conversation confounded me further that only after a pregnant pause could I explain I was here to use the library’s search facility machine. Continue reading “For want of a Book”