Thursday 24 March 2005

A blessing in disguise

I took a knock to by jaw playing rugby last night. I thought i'd broken it again. after a 4 hour wait at St thomas's Hospital Westminster they gave me the all clear to go.

I still can't shut my mouth.

I've done everything that I had to do at work so my boss had told me that I can head home at lunchtime!


Homerisms(53) = "I think the saddest day of my life was when I realized I could beat my Dad at most things, and Bart experienced that at the age of four."

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