Instant Cure

There was a nervous man, from Whalan, whose imagination afflicted him with all
kinds of ills which never seemed to materialize.

One afternoon he staggered into the house. He was bent forward, and
tottering to a chair, and still curled into a half-moon shape,
dropped into it.

"Honey," he gasped, "it's come at last. There was no warning. All of
a sudden I found that I couldn't straighten up and couldn't lift my head."

When the doctor arrived and looked over the patient, the wife
inquired, "Is there any hope?"

"Well," the doctor said, "it will help a good deal if he can unhitch
the third buttonhole of his vest from the top button of his trousers."

That will put a bit more "zip" into his step now that
he can straighten up.

You had me worried for a start when you said it was
a bloke from Whalan. Luckily for me I live in Wallan. :D

Allan

Aww1 Allan - no phun intended