Hi all,
just a pop in to see how you are all doing!
I had a meeting with my Dr this morning, just one of their health check things, and he had the usual go at me about smoking!
Now, a smoker knows another smoker, and my dr smokes! (Brown stains on fingers!) I was very respectful through his "sermon", listening closely, and then he got on to his favourite subject, my weight!
He is no skinny-minny! In fact I reckon he must weigh about 20 stone, So there was this tubby smoker lecturing me!
I had felt quite cheerful before I went in the surgery, but felt like cr*p when I came out!
Luckily, Nursey at the surgery is lovely, and always make me feel ok. She never lectures me about my weight/smoking and knows that I am doing something positive about my weight.
Next door to my dr's is a pub and I popped in to have a diet coke and jacket potato to make me feel better!
Moan over!!!!
Joke of the day-
Paddy takes his mates back to his new flat.
After a few beers one of the lads ask "what's that big brass gong hanging on the wall?"
Paddy says "It's my speaking clock!"
"How does it work?"
"I'll show you" He hits it full pelt with a claw hammer.
A voice from next door yells, "For God's sake! Don't you know it's twenty to three in the morning!"