Enter the Cuddly Toy

First let me say that Ian and Rosemary have an utterly warped sense of humour, and I like it.

You want the proof?

A few days ago I commented that I have now had every possible kind of scan on my cancer CT, PET, MRI and ultrasound. I asked, “if I do the full set, do I get a prize?”

Well today the prize arrived, courtesy of Ian and Rosemary. Here it is:

The CuddlyToy

It was an excellent joke. Thanks so much.  It will go into the spare bedroom for visiting grand-daughters where I am sure it will be greatly appreciated.

Still nothing from the Christie. I really can’t keep doing postfulls of moans about waiting, but that is how I feel. I know a lot of my friends are praying for me, including one Muslim friend. I am grateful to all of you.

Someone else asked for more jokes. I’ve not got too many, and in fairness Levenshulme Players should have first go at any scripts, after all I am supposed to be their scriptwriter.

Here’s the best I can do at short notice:

Why is a cancer cell like a bad mathematician?

Scroll down for the answer here tomorrow.  Or for those of good taste who wish to keep their sanity, don’t scroll down.

Meanwhile, here is today’s Good News: I ate one and a half sausages tonight, and it hardly hurt at all.