Yet judging from the contents of my Letterbox, Inbox and Cable TV box this week, most of what has been trying to attract my attention could be classified as verbal diarrhea.
I don’t always get it right when I write this blog, but I do my very best to give you an Aaah, an A Ha or a Ha Ha moment every week.
I always try and write something which creates a spark, stirs your soul or makes you smile.
If I’ve managed to achieve this, then I’m grateful that my words are worthy of your time and attention and haven’t added to the noise.
A few miles outside San Gimignano, in the middle of nowhere in the Tuscan hills, is the best Italian restaurant I’ve ever been to.
I can’t remember the name of the restaurant because there was no sign outside, no name on the menu and no business cards – just a telephone number. The owner, Giuseppe, told me that word of mouth kept the restaurant full, so they had never got around to naming the restaurant and putting a sign outside.
I only managed to find the restaurant because the Visitors Book at our villa told us to look out for “cars overflowing onto both sides of the road for several hundred yards.”
Sometimes, the efforts of your labour are so good, that you don’t need to make a noise.
The First Affair
A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters but always talked about having a son.
They decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted.
The wife got pregnant and delivered a healthy baby boy.
The joyful father rushed to the nursery to see his new son.
He was horrified at the ugliest child he had ever seen.
He told his wife: ‘There’s no way I can be the father of this baby.
Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered!
Have you been fooling around behind my back?’
The wife smiled sweetly and replied: ‘No, not this time!’
The 2nd Affair
A mortician was working late one night.
He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, about to be cremated, and made a startling discovery.
Schwartz had the largest private part he had ever seen!
‘I’m sorry Mr. Schwartz,’ the mortician said, ‘I can’t allow you to be cremated with such an impressive private part. It must be saved for posterity.’
So, he removed it, stuffed it into his briefcase, and took it home.
‘I have something to show you that you won’t believe,’ he said to his wife,opening his briefcase.
‘My God!’ the wife exclaimed, ‘Schwartz is dead!’
Have a great week.