General Chat

said phone has now arrived,,,


so going to now text myself to tell me i have had it returned,,!!!

Kay LOL :):)

Dont forget to reply to yourself to lol

Did anyone see where last Thursday went?
It wasn't until late Friday, having said Good morning to everyone at two in the afternoon,in the village, that I found the Friday local paper on sale.{Funny I thought that's out early}
I had woken up on Thursday only to find I'd lost a day, still haven't caught up yet.

Nurse.......!!!!!

I lost my marbles on Saturday

Was in Jenny's cafe with Connie when 2 teenagers ('oooodies) came in and sat further down the almost empty cafe.

I suddenly heard in the distance a phone ringing.

I turned to Connie & said "Listen, how funny they have the same ring tone as me ! "

I have Banana phone song copied from facebook on mine.

A while later |I heard it go off again, I started to feel cross. The whole tune was being played and they were smirking. It was now getting annoying.

It went off a further two times.

After our food I got out my phone in my coat pocket to ring for him indoors to pick me up

you've guessed it !...it was my phone ringing all the time, muffled in a padded pocket !

I diddnt half feel a wally !

Oh dear me...what a lovely thread this is,you have cheered up my day..rolling around the floor laughing.
Misty xx

My Aunts best mates daughter used to be a dental nurse in her teens.

One day a patient came in an the dentist told Debbie...or so she thought, that the woman's name was moote. Being a foreign patient Deb thought no more.

Seating the patient in the chair Debbie tried to put her at ease.

"Just lay down there Moote, we wont be long now"

Poor woman must be scared, she thought, as the woman diddnt reply.

The dentist came in Deb explained that Moote was feeling nervous.

Quickly he ushered Deb from the room & with laughter in his eyes, explained Moote was not her name.but she was a deaf mute. (not the politically correct term used nowadays)

Well they had to go back to face this poor unsuspecting woman. Deb got the giggles and kept on having to pretend to pick something up from the floor to hide her laughter.

I know when the story was being brilliantly told (with actions) from Debs mum, we were all in fits !

Yoghurt is good for thrush, my friend told her aging mother.
Next week: That yoghurt didn't do anything for my thrush, dear.
That's a shame Mum. How much did you eat?
Eat? - came the reply
I thought you rubbed it in - boom, boom!!!