To Make You Smile ;O) At This Time x
By Maxine Jasmin-Green
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“Spare a thought for the man that came out of jail this morning for us to go into lockdown tonight!” Tim Dowse Twitter @Themlotsdad.
“I said to the Missus last night, “Put this nurse’s outfit on,” She said, “Ooohh, you feeling frisky?” “No, we need a loaf.” Facebook.
“Single man with toilet rolls would like to meet single female with hand sanitiser for good clean fun.” Facebook.
“I am 30 minutes into home schooling my 6-year-old. I suggest that all school teachers are paid one million pounds per year from now on.” Roger MacGinty @rogermacginty Twitter.
“Curious……. Does anyone happen to know when we find out which Hunger Games district we are in?” Facebook.
“Wetherspoon have announced their pubs will stay open a further three weeks, to give anyone who went to the toilet time to get back to the bar.” Facebook.
“I wanted to do panic buying, I checked my account, I can only panic.” The Sesh Life @TheSeshLad Twitter.
“The truth is, it’s not so boring at home, but it’s interesting how one bag of rice had 7,456 grains and another bag has 7,489.” Facebook.
“So, all football suspended, so for a change I started talking to my wife and found out she got made redundant from Woolworths.” Facebook.
“An elderly man thinking his wife was losing her hearing went about 20 inches behind her and asked, “Can you hear me sweetheart.” No reply. Moved to 10 inches and inquired again. No reply. Moved to 5 inches not a word. A few inches behind her ear, he asked, “Can you hear me now honey?” His wife said, “For the fourth time, yes.” Facebook Happy Living.
“Anyone want to buy 100 scotch eggs and 150 bite size sausage rolls? I misread the headlines and thought everyone was picnic buying.” Facebook.
When this is over, may we never again take for granted a handshake with a stranger, full shelves at the store, conversations with neighbours, a crowded theatre, Friday night out, the taste of communion, a routine check-up, the school rush each morning, coffee with a friend, the stadium roaring, each deep breath, a boring Tuesday. Life itself.
When this ends, may we find that we have become more like the people we wanted to be, we were called to be, we hoped to be, and may we stay that way – better for each other because of the worst. By Laura Kelly Fanucci.
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