After the birth of sixth child, Jane decided that she should have some
> cosmetic surgery "down below" to restore herself to her former
> youthful glory because her bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and
> looked like a ripped out fireplace.
> Time and children had taken its toll and she reckoned that, with six
> children now being the limit, she'd tidy things with a nip here and a
> 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 Jane.
> "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 Jane. "And the third?"
> "That's from Eric, a patient in the burns unit," said the nurse.
> "He just wanted to say thanks for his new ears."
>