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17 Oct
Common cold

Common cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

common cold by thinkgeek

common cold by thinkgeek (Photo credit: violinha)

Thank you all for your good wishes and supportive comments while I was laid up last week with a serious disease.  It was a bug with a head cold attached but I had it far worse than anyone else I know – until now.

Yes, I infected the poor Hub; my way of thanking him for looking after me so well when he is permanently ill himself.

Of course, because of his weakened immune system caused by the M.E., he is bedridden with it, whereas I was merely bedinclined.

I was so pathetically grateful to him last week that I promised no more faux sympathy if he came down with it.  I have stuck to my word.  I know how bad I felt and I know he feels worse.  

I have fed him (against his will; he has no appetite), watered him, laid cold flannels on his seriously fevered brow (it was touch and go whether I call the doctor last night but experience of his condition made me wait, and I was right, because he is cooler this morning), re-made his bed while he is still in it (more fun for me than him) and nagged him with all the love in my heart, because I don’t want him to think I think differently about him just because he’s ill (more ill than usual, that is).

I insisted that he stay in bed yesterday and he didn’t have the strength to argue. I think I will keep him in bed today, as well.  It’s nice having the house to myself.

 

Joke 573

17 Oct
Monkeys in new hats

Monkeys in new hats (Photo credit: kanu101)

From puppetsandstuff.

There was once a hat-seller who passed a forest on his way back from the market.  The weather was very hot and so he decided to take a nap under a tree, leaving his basket of hats by his side.

When he woke some hours later, he noticed all his hats had gone.  He heard noises in the tree and he looked up. To his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys, and they had taken the hats.

The hat-seller began to think of how he could get the hats back.  He thought and thought and absentmindedly scratched his head.  The next moment, he realised that the monkeys were doing the same action.

He took off his own hat and saw the monkeys do exactly the same.  An idea came to him: he took his hat and threw it on the floor.  The monkeys copied him and the hat-seller got all of his hats back. 

Fifty years later, his grandson, Jack, also became a hat-seller.  One day, just like his grandfather, he passed by the same forest, it was very hot, and he took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.  Jack woke up and saw that all of his hats were gone.  He looked up and realised that the monkeys had taken the hats.  Jack had heard his grandfather’s story many times  so he started scratching his head; the monkeys scratched their heads.

Jack took off his hat and fanned himself; again the monkeys copied.  Jack threw his hat on the floor but, to his surprise, the monkeys held on to their hats.

Suddenly, one monkey climbed down the tree, grabbed the hat on the floor, gave Jack a slap and said, ” Do you think you’re the only one to have a grandfather?”

 

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