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Louise is doing well, a bit sore but in good spirits otherwise. Ohh and of course she is now minus her gall bladder. She should be home tomorrow, can’t wait.

And, in light of any time to actually find out what is going on in the rest of the world (spent most of the day sitting with her, watching her drift in and out of consciousness), I give you this awful joke (via my sister).

<bad joke>

A guy walks into a bar with an octopus. He sits the octopus down on a stool and tells everyone in the bar that this is a very talented octopus.

“He can play any musical instrument in the world.”

Everyone in the bar laughs at the man, calling him an idiot. So he says that he will wager £50 to anyone who has an instrument that the octopus can’t play.

A customer walks up with a guitar and sets it beside the octopus. Immediately the octopus picks up the guitar and starts playing better than Jimi Hendrix. The guitar owner
pays up the £50.

Another customer walks up with a trumpet. This time the octopus plays the trumpet better than Miles Davis. The trumpet-owner coughs up the £50.

Then Jim, a Scotsman plonks some bagpipes on the table. The octopus fumbles with the bagpipes for a minute and then backs off with a confused look.

“Ha!” the Scot says. “Can ye no plae it?”

The octopus looks up at him and says,
“Play it? I’m going to f@*k it as soon as I figure out how to get its pyjamas off!”.

</bad joke>