Well here i am again at 4.30 in the morning and i can't sleep yet again!! My husband Darryl has terminal small cell cancer and, at the moment is going through a really good phase. Which, i would have thought, would set my mind at rest and enable me to sleep. But no, here i am again having had 2 hrs sleep tonight wide awake with mad thoughts running around my head!! This is driving me crazy and i just seem to be on auto pilot all the time. Darryl is 44 years old and we have been given a prognosis of a 2-3 year life span for him. I can't seem to let go of this thought, and maybe part of me can't sleep because of that, as i feel if i'm asleep i'm wasteing precious time!! Darryl is sound asleep and resting well, and if i stay upstairs next to him listening to his breathing, i keep thinking is this the last time i'll ever hear that and end up getting so uptight and worried that i find it better to just get up again. So i wander round the house do a few chores, have a hot caffiene free drink and will myself to sleep all to no avail i might add!! hahaha surely i'm not the only carer who never sleeps, or am i????? any comments gratefully recieved. Take care my friends and hope your all sleeping well. love and hugs mel xxx
hey chickie Kate welcome back and glad our DB resting well Kirsty back on the grog tonight out in town with pals!!! I just p/m you by the way babe love and hugs MHM xxxxxxxxxxx
hey mick if you're out cabbying tonight you couldn't pick kirsty up on the way could you mate? saves me a job later then!! lol love and hugs MHM xxxxxxxx
I thought Kipling made exceedingly good cakes.............
This is my sort of poem:
THE FARTING CONTEST by Anon I'll tell you a story that is sure to please, Of a great farting contest at Burton-on-Tees Where all the best arses paraded the field, To compete in a contest for various shields.
Some tighten their arses and fart up the scale, To compete for a cup and a gallon of ale. While others whose arses are biggest and strongest, Compete in the section for loudest and longest.
Now this years event had drawn quite a large crowd, And the betting was even on Mrs. MacLeod. For it had appeared in the evening edition, That this lady's arse was in perfect condition.
Now, old Mrs. Jones had a perfect backside, Half a forest of hairs with a wart on each side. And she fancied her chances of winning with ease, Having trained on a diet of cabbage and peas.
The Vicar arrived and ascended the stand, And thus he addressed this remarkable band. "The contest is on as is shown in the bills, We've precluded the use of injections and pills."
Mrs. Bindle arrived amid roars of applause, And promptly proceeded to pull off her drawers, For though she'd no chance in the farting display, She'd the prettiest bottom you'd see this day.
Now, young Mrs. Pothole was backed for a place, Though she'd often been placed in the deepest disgrace By dropping a fart that had beaten the organ, And the poor Vicar, old Jonathon Morgan.
The ladies lined up at the signal to start, And winning the toss, Mrs. Jones took first fart The people around stood in silence and wonder, While her wireless announced gale warnings and thunder.
Now, Mrs. MacLeod reckoned nothing of this, She'd had some weak tea and was all wind and pride. So she took up her place and her arse opened wide, But unluckily shit... and was disqualified.
Then young Mrs. Pothole was called to the front, And started by doing a wonderful stunt. She took a deep breath and clenching her hands, She blew the whole roof off the popular stands.
That left Mrs. Bindle, who shyly appeared, And smiled at the clergy who lustily cheered. And though it was reckoned her chances were small, She let out a winner, outfarting them all.
With hands on her hips, she stood farting alone, And the crowd stood amazed at the sweetness of tone. And the clergy agreed without hindrance or pause, And said, 'First, Mrs. Bindle... now pull up your drawers!'
But with muscles well tensed and legs full apart, She started a final and glorious fart. Beginning with 'Chopin' and ending with 'Wing' She went right up the scale to 'God Save the King'.
She went to the rostrum with maidenly gait, And took from the panel, a set of gold plate. Then she turned to the Vicar with sweetness sublime And smilingly said, 'Come up and see me some time!'
What happened to them cocktails the other night, Juls reckons you fell in your shaker ha ha ;-) what a wonderful daughter you are taking DB shopping and now decorating lounge, you made me laugh with the lip reading and only being able to see the back of her head, can picture her with the hand signals and the V's ha ha!! be thinking of you on 11th babe with crossed fingers and all ((((hugs))))xxxxxxxxxx
hey mick You are fab..... what can i say........ i just read that lovely poem to Daz...... and he's laughing his first laugh of the day!!!!!!! What a pal you are!! Very very funny man love and hugs MHM xxxxxx
hey chickie Kate Iv'e heard of some funny partners but never a laptop!! lol Least it can't answer you back hey? Mind not a lot of talking will go on though wahoooooooooo!!!!! Katies in love with her laptop!!!!!!!!! lol loves ya loads hun have p/m you again cos i can!!!!! lol love an hugs MHM xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
