Well, not so much a fact as a joke, which Paul found yesterday in the Sunday Times. Under the circumstances, I thought I’d share:
“A woman takes her duck to the vet. The vet says ‘Sorry, it’s dead.’
The woman says, ‘I don’t believe it.’
The vet calls in a labrador dog who sniffs the duck, lowers its head dolefully, shakes it left and right, and walks out.
In walks a cat, licks the duck, lowers its head, and sadly nods. It leaves.
The vet says, ‘That’ll be £1,000.’
The lady says, ‘That’s outrageous.’
The vet responds, ‘It would have been £200 but you’ve got to add the lab report and the cat scan.’”
Today I brushed my hair. For the first time in almost 5 months.
Although, come to think of it, it’s probably slightly longer than 5 months because I gave up brushing my hair some time before I had it all shaved off as it just used to end up in clumps on the floor whenever I approached it with any type of hair-styling implement (I did brush my wig, but I don’t think that counts).
So, it’s very nice to now be able to go out in the streets without my wig and not run the risk of frightening the horses.
But, just in case you think my hair is back to its normal length, the postman did address me as ’sir’ when he delivered a parcel the other day. He’s now walking with a permanent limp…