Today's joke !

Jacques went to see a psychiatrist.

“Doc, he said, “I’ve got trouble.
Every time I get into bed I think there is somebody under it.
I get under the bed; I think there’s somebody on top of it.
Top, under, under, top. I’m going crazy!”

“Just put yourself in my hands for two years,” said the shrink.
“Come to me three times a week and I’ll cure you.”

“How much do you charge?”

“A hundred euros per visit.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jacques never went back.
Some time later he met the doctor on the street.
“Why didn’t you ever come to see me again ? asked the psychiatrist.
“For a hundred euros a visit ?
A bartender cured me for 10 euros.”

“Is that so! How ?”

“He told me to cut the legs off the bed.”

Very funny! Thanks Krystyna!

Are there many beds without legs in Sydney, around the bar?

Thanks Krystyna, very funny indeed ! Do you know why I always have an empty glass near my bed ?
In case I am not thirsty during the night.

Muriel, LOL ...

Thanks Muriel ! I'd missed your post! Worth relaying this on other sites maybe next Roundtable!