After her fifth child, Lucy decided that she should have some cosmetic
surgery "down below" to restore herself to her former youthful glory
as her bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and looked like a ripped
out fireplace.
Time and childbirth had taken its toll on our heroine and she
reckoned with five 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 but I'm a bit confused as to why I've received
them."
"Well" said the nurse, "The first is from the surgeon - the operation
went so well and you were such a model patient that he wanted to say
thanks".
"Ahhh, that's really nice" said Lucy.
"The second is from your husband -he's delighted the operation was
such a success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll be the
first time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited!".
"Brilliant!" said Lucy. "And the third?".
"That's from Eric in the burn unit", said the nurse.
"He just wanted to say thanks for his new ears"