After giving an arm full of blood (good old Hancock) this morning I am now being tested for all sorts of things including Menopause (why should you ladies corner the market)
With an early appointment I got to work early as well. Apart from 2 Funerals I spent most of the day dressing bricks (you can get these lovely little trousers and jackets for them you know) which meant I could work outside and keep away from a work mate who is on his forth cold this year.
I was listening to the radio on my mobile and they were talking about the most unluckiest man in Britain. Turns out that a Captain in 1930 was out walking when he was struck by lightning. This paralysed him from the waist down. A few years later he was sat (well he would be wouldn't he) under a tree by the river fishing. Yep, he got struck by lightning again Not long after this, and for a third time he was struck again this time he was completely paralyzed. Two years after this he died. Now it do not endeth here folks. A graveyard got struck by lightning and one Tomb was destroyed.....yep it was the Captains.
Talking of bricks, I was stood behind a bloke in a Builders Yard and he was odering 5000 bricks. The assistant asked him why he wanted so many bricks? the guy replied that he was building a BBQ. You don't need that many said the assistant. Yes I do, said the bloke. I live on the 7th floor.
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