A dilemma of content

I have  a problem. The next hospital appointment is next Friday (to check I’m fit enough for surgery).  So what do  I write about?

Do people really want a blow by blow account of what I managed to eat. If I’m not careful this could get like Twitter!I’ll end up posting intimate details of how I went down the road  and had a cup of tea at Fred’s and how I put 2 sugars in my tea.  This is too terrible to contemplate.

So here is fair warning. I’m going to deviate and start posting other stuff that appeals to me in some way. If you object you can always just ignore everything until next Friday.

But please understand, I’m being forced to do this.  I don’t have any alternative, I’m being threatened by my wife’s choir. It’s the Manchester Bach Choir. I was at one of their concerts tonight. It was an excellent concert as usual, but during the interval different members kept telling me they enjoy reading my blog and they want more jokes.

Frankly I think they must be desperate, but there’s just too many of them, and just one of me.

However I couldn’t think of a joke, so here is today’s competition.

You may remember the Cuddly Toy that my friends Ian and Rosemary sent me for completing the full set of scans.

Well, he does not yet have a name. So the question is “What shall we call him?”  Or is it her? I’m not sure with donkeys.

Entries by email or on £20 notes or as direct transfers to my special account in the Bahamas. The winner will be announced as soon as I get something that is

1. artistically valid.
2. intellectually satisfying.
3. reasonably funny.
4. clean.

And, if anyone cares, I found out today the hard way that I can’t eat chicken fritters. We’ll chop it up tomorrow and bung it in some soup.