Seamus the blacksmith from a small village in Galway, went to see the doctor with a badly damaged foot. The injury looked really painful and Seamus’s foot had a large black and purple bruise on it.
The doctor was surprised, for Seamus was usually such a careful man. I guess you would need to be if you were a blacksmith.
“What on earth happened to you, Seamus?” the doctor asked.
“Well”, Seamus began, “thirty three years ago, I was a young apprentice with Cunniffe of Muckanaghederdauhaulia and……”
The doctor saw where this was going and quickly interrupted him.
“But about your foot?” the doctor asked.
“This is about me foot”, Seamus replied. “Cunniffe had a daughter and your eyes could gaze on her like the way a bullock would gaze upon good grass before eating it. Well, the first night I was there, she came in when I was in bed and asked if I was comfortable and if I wanted anything and I said I didn’t”.
Seamus paused for a breath.
“The next night she came in when I was in bed and she wearing her nightdress and she asked me if there was any single thing she could get me or do for me and I told her I was as comfortable as a bug in a rug”.
Seamus paused for another breath.
“The third night she came in and the girl hadn’t a thing on her and she asked me if she could do anything for me and not wanting to keep her standing in the cold and she without a shift I said there was nothing”.
“What on earth has that got to do with your foot, Seamus?” asked the doctor impatiently.
Seamus replied, “Sure it was only this morning that I finally thought of what she meant and I was so annoyed with meself that I threw me ten pound hammer against the wall and it rebounded and broke me ankle”.
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