A middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she
Visited her gynaecologist.
'Come now,' coaxed the doctor, 'you've been seeing me for years..
There's nothing you can't tell me.'
'This one's kind of strange ....'
'Let me be the judge of that,' The doctor replied.
'Well,' she said, 'yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning
and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet and when I looked down,
the water was full of five pence pieces.'
'I see.'
'That afternoon I went to the bathroom again and, plink-plink-plink,
there were ten pence pieces in the bowl.'
'That night,' she went on, 'I went again.
Plink-plink-plink, and there were twenty pence pieces and this morning
there were
fifty pence pieces!'
'You've got to tell me what's wrong with me!' she implored'.
'I'm scared out of my wits!'
The gynaecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
'There, there, it's nothing to be scared about.'
Mrs dg and I were so lucky with the gynaecologist,who visited us.We found out he was able to multitask.
Three days later,he came back and wallparered our hall,through the letterbox.