Not only is it Monday morning but it's also raining - so no change there then! I'm off to London to see an old and dear friend who is very ill so there will be no blogging today. However, I leave you this 'funny' which came courtesy of my e-pal Andra, I think, so blame her if it leaves you feeling worse after reading it rather than better.
A young London banker has just treated himself to a new Porsche - the very latest model. He parks it outside his office in order to show it off to his mates but just as he opens the door a typical 'white-van-man' hurtles by too close and smashes the door off. Needless to say he doesn't stop and the distraught banker phones the police.
A constable arrives and before he can even ask any questions the banker starts screaming and shouting hysterically about how his beautiful and hugely expensive new Porsche has been ruined because even when it has been repaired it will never be the same. The constable shakes his head at this demonstration of materialism gone mad and points out to the man that he shouldn't be worrying about his car because the speeding van also took his arm off! The banker looks down and after a horrified pause, screams:
"Fucking hell, where's my Rolex?"
A tale de nos jours, I think!
