Afternoon all and welcome home Vinny. My Dad used to tell a story about a girl he and his mate knew who dislocated her jaw very easily and so they'd tell her jokes to make it dislocate from her laughing and then they'd accompany her to the E.R. to have it fixed - on a regular basis. He said the nurses weren't well pleased when at one time they turned up there two times in one evening.
Couldn't sleep at all the night before this one because of the heat (better now) and just as I was collapsing into bed in the wee hours I heard a knock on my window and believe me you don't want to hear a knock on your window when you live several flights up and you're in your Eco-Fanny=:0 Turned out to be three guys on a skylift (don't know what you'd call them
http://en.wikipedia.org) telling everybody to shut their windows cos they were going to knock mortar down from the top floor. Well the indoors temperature was almost 30 degrees and I completely freaked out - not at them, they had already moved on to more celestial regions - as to why us tenants had not been informed beforehand and as to for how long it would be going on. I called everybody - landlord, building company - but nobody knew anything, not even the company themselves. I said somebody must know, it must be on somebody's table but no it wasn't. Or it was, but they were all on holiday. The most absurd reply: "The guy will know." The guy? The guy? He meant the guy on the skylift that went past my window for two seconds!!!
This post is probably too long already. To be continued a little later...