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
Such an image - a stormtrooper "Going Gently"
ReplyDeleteThey are tough these Welsh gals.
ReplyDeleteWhen 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
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteIt can't get any better than that - priceless
ReplyDeleteshits and chips! nice!
ReplyDeleteHope your weekend continues to go well, John. ;o)
ReplyDeleteChips and lemonade.
ReplyDeleteDysentery and chips?
ReplyDeleteWOW.
John, I think your little village will fair-well in the zombie apocalypse...
Nitty Gritty Momma
only could happen in your village...
ReplyDeleteGill
I have a cousin called Huw...he's a plumber...could be useful.
ReplyDeleteJane x
Is it wrong that that picture cracked me up?
ReplyDeleteYour 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!
ReplyDeleteblack tea & toast - when I got food poisioning in Egypt. It was the best medicine ever !
ReplyDeleteI once worked with somebody who filled in one of those self certificate sick notes. He wrote under the: REASON FOR ABSENCE?
ReplyDeleteSh*ts and Influenza.
Like Ive said before - you set me up for the day! xxxxx
ReplyDeleteEveryone's a comic.
ReplyDeleteBeing 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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