Operations

TK's latest offering to brighten your day.

Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other outside the operating room. The first kid leans over and asks, "What are you in here for?" The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous." The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done whenI was 4. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots ofJell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze." The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?" The first kid says, "A circumcision." And the second kid says, "Whoa, Good luck buddy, I had that done when I was born. Couldn't walk for a year."

A Welsh bladder problem


It appears that the requirement for all public signs in Wales to be bilingual can backfire. There is an item in the news today about a road sign between Penarth and Cardiff requiring cyclists to dismount, written in both Welsh and English. The only problem was that the English had been translated into Welsh as "Llid y bledren dymchwelyd" the approximate translation of which is "Bladder inflammation overturn."

I wonder how many cyclists came unstuck whilst trying to work that one out!


Counselling and Psychotherapy


Anyone interested in counselling and psychotherapy issues, training in particular, trek over to my tutor's brand new blog . She's only just up and running but will be adding more posts soon.

Noise pollution

I've been tired today. There are a few reasons for this:

Today I had to go to Chester because, having got my new job for next term, I had to apply for yet another CRB clearance. However, these days, not content with scrutinising your personal documents, you also have to go to wherever they are and stand before them so that they can look at the photo on your driving licence or passport and then look at you and decide that the two do, in fact, match up. Surprisingly, they didn't want to know the colour of my underwear! Is anyone else getting fed up with being treated like a potential criminal?

After that, I had to go across Chester for my first visit to a supervisor for my counselling.

The GPS had given up the ghost so, in the absence of any other directions, even from the lady herself, I got hopelessly lost and had to cancel the meeting.

But the main reason is that at 2.30a.m. and again at 5.30, some prat decided to play with his motorbike, minus silencer, in the field at the back of the house. The noise was such that it took some minutes before my heart resumed its normal beat.

If I knew he was going to be back again tonight, I would put a few concrete posts and tree trunks in his path. That'd sort him!

Smile, it's Monday




A couple of pics sent to me recently by TK. I know it's Monday morning, but they might raise a smile. And, hey, at least it's not raining - not in North Wales anyway!


Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...