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12 Oct

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No, not the lawyers I have retained to sue every sniffler with whom I have come into contact over the last two weeks, including my beloved but disgustingly infectious family; not two of the original Nine Dwarves; not the opening line of a seasonal song.  Snotty and grotty is how I am feeling today.

That is despite my dear friend Pam leaving a gift bag of Vitamin C outside my front door.  She didn’t want to disturb my rest so she sent me a message to say it was there, when she got home.  My head was so mushy that I was delighted to read the email, but I didn’t think to open the front door and collect the bag until several hours later, once I’d had a nap.  Fortunately, the rain sweeping across the country to complement my streaming eyes and nose didn’t start until after I’d picked it up.  

The bag contained a bottle of orange juice, various citrus fruits and – thoughtfully – a bottle of hand sanitiser.

Viv wondered how I’m managing to blog when I’m so poorly.  Unfortunately, a nasty bug-come-head cold leaves one with a sort throat, spotty nose, banging headcase, temporary loss of blabber control, flirting teeth and much for brains, but there’s nothing wrong with my tiepin fingers, so I have no excuse not to bolg.  

I am here until further notice or until the Hub protests one too many times at having to clean the keyboard and monitor.

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The answer to yesterday’s pictogram:

Eye ham still hill hand knot talking 2 ewe.

I am still ill and not talking to you.

Knot true, of course: I’ll be talking to you in court.

This may come as a surprise to you, my dear readers, but I am not particularly good at being ill.

 

Joke 568

12 Oct
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job (Photo credit: dickuhne)

From Pun of the Day:

I asked the man how he became a ditch-digger.  He said he just fell into it.

And Will & Guy on the subject of jobs:

Q. How’s your job going at the clock company?
A. Only time will tell.

Q. How’s your job at the banana company?
A. I keep slipping up.

Q. How’s your job on the new highway?
A. I’m so busy I don’t know which way to turn.

Q. How’s your job at the travel agency?
A. I’m going nowhere.

Q. How’s your job at the history book company?
A. There’s no future in it.

Q. How’s your job at the clock company?
A. I’m having second thoughts about it.

Q. How’s your job on the farm?
A. Problems keep cropping up.

Q. How’s your job at the sewing shop?
A. Hanging on by a thread.

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