mural on the surf shop wall (John from Cincinnati)
for the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing
I was recovering from a severe dose of a flu type bug that had flattened me. ‘Man Flu’ the wife called it!
According to Susie I just had a baby sniffle type of a cold but I was ‘acting’ like I had typhoid. It’s been pointed out to all us fellahs out there that when women get ‘near death flu’ they have to carry on with life regardless like having a screaming kid under each arm, vacuuming, ironing, cooking, working full time, shopping for shoes and saving the world etc. When men get the same bug it changes from ‘Near Death Flu’ to ‘Baby Sniffles’ and we just sit on our arses playing out some theatrical death scene whilst demanding constant treatment, hot lemsip type drinks and copious amounts of sympathy. We men simply curl up on the sofa or bed moaning and groaning like an actor in a movie.
I’m told by many women that I should try having a baby then I would know exactly what pain and suffering is. But I tell them I’ve had two kids of my own and it was nothing but a pleasure to go through.
