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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

King Kong, eat your heart out...

Queen Kong
I think I need to scramble some bi-planes before she gets her hands on my sellotape.

Anyhoo, with Amelie climbing the furniture and Lisa climbing the walls, I've spent the day at Horsham Hospital. I considered filming my journey there, but in the end I couldn't be bothered to get up five minutes earlier just to clean my car windscreen. I wished I had though, because driving through Cowfold this morning, I found myself stuck behind a camper van which had a canoe on the roof, and two stickers in the rear window which read 'I've been to Ullapool' and 'I ♥ SEX'. Which is handy as there can't be much else to do in Ullapool.

Between the two was a picture of the Loch Ness Monster. Which brought to mind one of my favourite jokes: "What comes between fear and sex?". The answer, of course, is "Fünf". Although I'm not sure that really works in writing.

Frankly I'd be better off leaving it to my patients. A chap this afternoon was telling me about the house he's lived in for thirty-two years. He said it's perfect in nearly every way, and the only problem he has is that he's regularly woken up in the morning by birds. He then paused for a moment, before adding "Sadly of the feathered variety".


Dave said...

I've been to Ullapool.  You're correct.