Saturday, 8 December 2012

How's Sandra?

Nigel has just gone home after 24 hours of surreal conversation and  a slight overdose  from the Village Christmas Fair.....it was nice to see him.
Speaking of surreal conversations, this is a genuine conversation I had with a fellow villager who I will call Huw.
I saw him last night when I took the dogs out for their final walk. Huw was smoking a fag outside his house and  I called over to see how his wife was. She had been "unwell " for a few days
"How's Sandra?" I called
"She got dysentery!" Huw called back
Me: (concerned) "Where is she?- has she been hospitalized?"
Huw (deadpanning wonderfully) "No...she's upstairs eating chips!"

I chuckled all the way home

18 comments:

  1. Such an image - a stormtrooper "Going Gently"

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  2. They are tough these Welsh gals.

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  3. When i saw the photo, i wondered if you were going to tell us this is what you wear now to keep safe from all the bleach you splash about! LOL

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  4. I love the way that it is impossible to pronounce the name 'Huw' (as opposed to the English equivalent) without using a Welsh accent. Chips are a well-know cure for the squits, btw.

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  5. It can't get any better than that - priceless

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  6. shits and chips! nice!

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  7. Hope your weekend continues to go well, John. ;o)

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  8. Dysentery and chips?

    WOW.

    John, I think your little village will fair-well in the zombie apocalypse...

    Nitty Gritty Momma

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  9. only could happen in your village...

    Gill

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  10. I have a cousin called Huw...he's a plumber...could be useful.
    Jane x

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  11. Is it wrong that that picture cracked me up?

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  12. Your post reminds me of something my uncle told me - my grandma was on her death bed (literally) and when asked if there is anything she wanted (a sort of last request) she said oo I'd love a bag of chips - he went and got her some and she died happy!

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  13. black tea & toast - when I got food poisioning in Egypt. It was the best medicine ever !

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  14. I once worked with somebody who filled in one of those self certificate sick notes. He wrote under the: REASON FOR ABSENCE?

    Sh*ts and Influenza.

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  15. Like Ive said before - you set me up for the day! xxxxx

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  16. Being a yorkshire gal I laughed my head off - family conversations came flooding back. I remember my Auntie Joan telling me about a neighbour winning the pools. "He stayed in the house Denise - they have just had a suzuki fitted in the bathroom!" Priceless!

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