Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Regular naps prevent old age..... especially if you take them whilst driving.



Evening all. I am halfway through my holiday with the family. Have not done as much at home as I would have liked. Must do more tomorrow...

My son had a vaccination today. He is going to have more next month. He did quite well considering his father is such a weed with needles.
Yesterday my daughter went to pre-school and I got to take my son to the toddlers play group at the church hall. It is aimed at getting kids young and trying to convert them. I do not know if it works that much, but the kids love it. I was not the only father there which was good and thanks to my socialble wife, I know some of the mothers there. It was good to see my son playing there, though he does have a tendency to snatch. He is after all, only eighteen months old. But he only did it three times in two hours. He does that far more often with his sister!

She went to a play-date with a new friend and my wife went as well to have a chat with her mother. Which meant I got to spend more quality time with my son.

Moments like this do not last forever and I need to treasure them as once gone, they will never come back. Well, not now that I have had the snip!

Anyway, tired again. Will try to post tomorrow and you never know, I might have something interesting to post about for a change! Anyway, I hope you like the joke...

An elderly British gentleman of 83 arrived in Paris by plane.

At the French immigration desk, the man took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry-on bag.

"You have been to France before, Monsieur?" the Immigration officer asked, sarcastically.

The elderly gentleman admitted he had been to France previously.

"Then you should know well enough to have your passport ready."

The British gentleman says, "The last time I was here, I didn't have to show it."

"Impossible. The British always have to show their passports on arrival in France!"

The elderly gentleman gave the French Immigration Officer a long hard look.

Then he quietly explained;

"Well, the last time I was here, I came ashore on Juno Beach on D-Day in June 1944, and I couldn't find any fucking Frenchmen to show it to."