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Koo (the crow) Why can't we exercise by flying rather than hiking ??

Hi Folks,

When I checked my comments in the previous blog this morning I found that my ' bud' June in Oz had picked up the fact that my blog has been a bit 'nondescript, iffy, heartless and rubbish' (my words) this last wee while' and to be honest it has been - in fact I would go as far as to say it has been 'pish' (as I told her) .... The thing is 'life' has kind of thrown me a bit of a curve ball ! and it's sorta knocked the stuffing out of me - blimey ! I wish it would , could do with losing some fat hehe..

Everybody as some time gets hit by problems and troubles in life and we have to deal with it as best we can with some help from whichever higher source you believe in . I will no doubt, blog a bit about it in future, but at the moment I would be grateful if folk would bear with me while I back pedal a bit but continue to send funnies and jokes in the meantime.
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Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney. 'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!! ''Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney. 'Where are ye callin' from?'
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Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy.. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room. She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?' Flynn said, 'Why you say such a mean thing? ''Well,' Mary said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly..... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
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I'm ending this post with a great wee vid - enjoy !
Cheers from the land of the Tartan and the Heather, Love Kate xxx.