Three Roses

After her sixth child, Jane decided that she should have some cosmeticsurgery "down below" to restore herself to her former youthful glory asher bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and looked like a ripped out fire place.

Time and child birth had taken its toll and she reckoned that, with six children now being the limit, she'd tidy things with a nip here and tuck there so it looked more like a piggy bank slot rather than a badly packed kebab.

Following the operation she awoke from her anaesthetic to find three roses at the end of the bed.

"Who are these from?" she asked the nurse,

"They're very nice"

"Well" said the nurse; "The first is from the surgeon - the operationwent so well and you were such a model patient that he wanted to saythanks".

"Gosh, that's really nice" said Jane.

"The second is from your husband - he's delighted the operation wassuch a success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll bethe first time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited!"

"Brilliant!" said Jane. "And the third?"

"That's from Eric, a patient in the burns unit," said the nurse.

He just wanted to say thanks for his new ears.