could I forget? Still, I had a plan. “How do you spell
your husband’s first name?” I asked. “J-A-C-K,” she replied. Jillian Cohen, Leeds
■ As a student nurse, I was told to take an elderly gentleman to the toilet because he’d had a stroke and had restricted use of his hands. I was told he was in the waiting room. Nervous enough at the
prospect, when I walked into the large room I was confronted with several grey-haired gentlemen. I shuffled shyly from chair to chair saying the patient’s name in the hope that someone would respond. Eventually, one man got up, so I asked him to follow me to the toilets. Crippled by embarras- sment and unable to look him in the face, I closed the door and began to fumble with his trousers. After about 30 seconds,
he covered my hands and said, “I’m sorry, love, but much as I’d like you to
“Dear, oh dear. What cowboy did this, then?”
continue, I’m here to see my father.” Jayne Ellis, Windsor
a school exercise book in which he’d been told to write the words he had trouble spelling. On the front, it said in large letters below his name: “MY
M
SPILLING BOOK” M Cummings, Bournemouth
■ My friend works as a breakfast chef in a hotel serving an extensive menu. One morning, a new Egyptian waiter
y young son brought home
rushed into the kitchen saying, “Chef! Chef! You have headache?” Being very busy at the time, my friend replied curtly. “No, I do not have a headache.” The waiter rushed off. “Oh, it’s OK,” he said on his return. “He have kipper instead.” Samantha Irish, Honiton, Devon
■ Out walking with her new baby, my friend met an elderly lady. “What a lovely little boy,” the woman said. “What’s he called?” “Adam,” said my friend. “Hmph,” said the lady.
“I don’t like these newfangled names.” Michael Wilton, Liskeard, Cornwall
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