The silly season is on us again.
We live on the outskirts of an inland village in Spain and Fiesta time is with us. It's nice to see all the fuss and glamour that goes with these traditional festivities - all the fun, all the activities ---
What isn't so great is the bloody incessant music from pop-groups that doesn't start until around 1am and doesn't finish until 6am. It's so damn loud we have to close all windows and doors - at a time when it's so hot we need all the air we can find.
This simply CANNOT be tradition - pop-groups pumping out thousands of watts of putrid rubbish all night??? It's just some wish by brain-dead council members to attract hoardes of visitors to sample their particular brand of noise and shit - but what about the locals? And the visitors aren't so much hoardes as trickles.
Keep the noise down lads.
Sorry about the moan - but we've got it all week, so I might moan again soon..... Thanks again to Fred Ashford for emailing this joke. At least it keeps me sane. Once again, if you like the joke PLEASE, PLEASE, give it a thumbs up or better still, a couple of words review on Stumble to let others know you like it.
Doctor Dave had sex with one of his patients and felt guilty. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming.
Every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said: "Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last.... And you're single. Just let it go."
But then another voice in his head would bring him back to reality, whispering, "Dave, you're a Veterinary Surgeon,".
Thanks for that Fred. Absolutely great.
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