Living With Dementia

[poliphilo]

1.

My mother (looking at plate on lap): What's this?

Self: Spaghetti.

Mother (sticking fork into food) So what's this then?

Self: Spaghetti.

Mother (still with the fork) : No, this...

Self: Spaghetti sauce

2.

My mother (struggling with broadsheet paper) What's all this. The first commando....?

Self: I've no idea.  Show me.

Mother: Here.

Self: Not commando, Leonardo. They've found some gay porn by Leonardo and sold it for £15 million.

Mother (best lady Bracknell manner) Gay porn!

Self: Yes it's a drawing of a naked young man writhing in agony.

Mother: Why's he in agony?

Self: Because he's been shot full of arrows.

3.

Ailz: X has died

Self: Hmmm

Ailz: Apparently he had dementia...

Self: Breaks into helpless giggles

Comments

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Since when has St Stephen been gay porn, I find myself asking? :o)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Since Leonardo got his mucky hands on it.

Actually it's St Sebastian, isn't it? St Stephen- young man having his tonsured nut bashed in by rocks- is rarely portrayed as an sex object.

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

It is!

Getting my S saints mixed up! :o)

?That's cos my birth day saint is, very aptly, Joan.

[faunhaert.livejournal.com]

somedays laughter is the only way to get
thru it,,

commando sounds appropriate though

surprised more catholics weren't celibate with saint like that.
yuck

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

You can cry, you can lose your temper, you can seethe or you can laugh. Laughter is probably the least worst option.