It'll be over before you know it, and think of all that handfasting planning you can get done! (Do some hospitals have Internet access?)

So, if Micca's going to be printing stuff off I guess it's up to us to go forth and seek jokes ... Hmmmm. OK - this one got sent to me by a fairly senior civil servant yesterday afternoon, which goes to show that it ain't just us low-paid lowlifes that goof off at the end of the day:

On Saturday morning I got up early.

I put on my long johns. I dressed quietly. I got my lunch made, grabbed the dog and went to the garage to hook up the boat to the truck and down the driveway I went.

Coming out of the garage rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph. Straightaway, I returned to the garage.

I came back into the house and turned the TV to the weather channel. I find it's going to be bad weather all day long, so I put the boat back in the garage, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.

There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?"

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I'll probably be able to do better by time you're in sick bay.

All the best

siân