I was chatting to a one legged fellow at the camp kitchen tonight. Harry, with the usual childlike fascination said to me 'Mum, how come he's only got one leg?' ... almost along the lines of when he has asked my rather plump friend when her baby was coming out .... (blush). I replied 'Why don't you ask him?'. He had fallen into a meatworks machine 'when I was just a kid...'. It was off from the base of his pelvis - what a horrible accident to have.
We talked a bit further and he mentioned his 'bride' and that she'd be tired as she's worked two double nightshifts and has had no sleep. 'Oh, is she a nurse?' I naively asked?
'No, she's a receptionist.' I must have looked puzzled as he went on further 'She works in the sex industry, answering the phone and organising girls...'.
Right then...
'So do you think this rain has set in for the night??'
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