[OWDavid]

My sense of humour is weird to put it politely. I have done so many stupid things its hard to remember unless someones jogs my memory. Oh yes heres a good one. When my dh was in hospital after his frist op, I went to an antique mall with a friend. I found this three foot high wooden balinese running duck. My dh collected ducks so I bought it. We had to walk through town with it between us to the hospital. At the crossing we left it standing there, the looks on the drivers faces as we did a laurel and hardy over who should have picked it up. Mik was in the cafe with his cousin and he could see us walking up the hill, we were both trying to hide the duck behind us. Its the first time I had met his cousin so she must have thought I was quite mad when I sat it next to Mik. When we were in the lift my friend started the duck pecking at my head and poking it over my shoulder, the people getting in the lift all looked a bit worried. We were going to send it down in the lift on its own and then race down stairs to see the looks on peoples faces when the lift opened, but we weren't quick enough. We were giggling like teenagers, Mik gave up on us and went back to bed. A few nights later we were invited to a moon dance but decided not to go and took a ferry down the river instead to the night markets. Com ing back we saw our ferry and jumped on and it was 10 mins before we realised we were going further down the river instead of back up. We jumped off at the next stop in the middle of nowhere to wait for the up river ferry. The full moon was spectacular reflected on the river and so at the end of the jetty we did our own little moon dance not knowing that at the other end was a whole heap of students going back to the uni.
What a sight we must have looked - two middle aged grannys dancing away, especially since we were singing what a marvelous night for a moon dance by van morrison. The next day in the multi storey car park instead of going down we went up and It only when there was a brick wall and a big drop that we realised what she'd done. We couldn't go anywhere without laughing at silly jokes, we even went to the beach and paddled in the sea acting like a pair of 6 year olds. Even though Mik was in the hospital and I should have been sad, I was so happy, all the laughing and giggling and just being me for once. It took the worry away. I felt at the end of the day I could cope with anything that was thrown at me.

Jan