Thoughts of sheer genius

I'm home tired and my feet hurt but yay for the weekend. Work was ok but v v busy. Lots of sick kids trying to die on me today.But also a bit of gossiping and fun. One of our ancillary staff members (I grossly dislike) told me she had a new cat. She called it Bailey, which is also the name of her dog. Stupid bitch.
The Staff Nurse (my mate I love) I was working with whispered to me. 'That's nothing'. She looked after this baby years ago up north and it was called John-Thomas. This baby had a brother 3 years older. My mate asked the mum. 'what's your oldest boy called'.
'John-Thomas' the mum replied. My confused friend questioned further, how could two sons be called John-Thomas. Apparently when she went to register the 2nd babies birth, she forgot what her 3 year olds name was and she liked the name John-Thomas so called him that. Thick as the walls of Chester was that mother, she reminisced.

Now talking of thick, you may wonder how time after time I forget to take my damn pills. Well last night was a classic. One by one I got all three cats in. The last one was Taylor. Taylor likes his Iams cat food and I had a new bag. I snipped it open out it under his nose and tipped the chewy little morsels of cat cuisine in his dish. Then double-checked with Abby that Kizzy was in, yes she was on Abby's bed, locked the doors and went to bed.
So at 7am I get up and let the cats out. I opened the back door to find Taylor outside waiting to get in. Now I'm freaked. I stood there for a while frantically wracking my brain. How did he get out? None of the windows were open. None of the kids got up in the night and let him out. So what happened? Then as we leave the house I get the key and unlock the front door. Hang on a minute. The front door isn't locked. Hey? What's going on? Well I have no idea and I think the mystery will never be explained, but now do you see how easy it is for me to get mixed up. I Think I did something and I never did. Poor Trin.
So Charles and Camilla are to be hitched tomorrow. I wondered, what happens to all those poor London sellers who had stuff printed up for today's wedding, with the date on and it was cancelled?
I never did see any of the Pope's final knee's up today either. Too busy in work. I wonder what they'll make him a saint of. We got animals and travel. I got a good one. Patron Saint of condoms! Wouldn't it be ironic if in years to come the RC church realise their stupidity and stop condemning the little latex miracles of safe sex. JP would turn in his grave.