Today I am going to lure you into reading of one book which is one of my favorite ones. I am keen on English humor. And this is the essence of it. I've read it several times, I adore it. And every time I am reading this I can't help but laughing.  The same I wish to you.

But before saying what this book is, I must warn you, because this surely will become a cause of your sleep deprivation for the next some days. It will conquer your heart and turn you into an addicted for reading man… Hope you are frightened enough now… So here it is

There man in a boat to say nothing about the dog by Jerome K. Jerome.

Here you can download it by the way. (mp3 and version for kindle)

Uncle Podger at work

 There are many people who say they like to do a little piece of work themselves. They say: «Why call somebody into the house, or  ask a lot of people to help when you can do the job very well alone. „
rnMy dear Uncle Podger is just that sort of man. He likes pictures very much and often buys them. But let me tell you what happens  when he hangs a picture on the wall. 
rnWell, a picture comes home from the shop. It is standing in the dining-room. It is necessary to put it up; and Uncle Podger  says:
rn“Oh, leave that to me. Don't trouble about it. I will do it myself. „
rnThen he takes off his coat and begins. But he has no nails. He sends the girl to buy some nails. Then he sends one of the boys  to tell her what size to buy. Then he shouts:
rn“Now you go and get me my hammer, Will; and bring me the ruler, Tom; and I shall want the ladder, Jim, and a kitchen-chair, too. 
rnAnd don't go away, Maria, because I shall want somebody to hold the light; and when the girl comes back, she must go out again  for some cord; and Tom! — Where is Tom? — Tom, come here; I shall want you to hand me up the picture. „
rnWhen all is ready and Tom hands him the picture, he lifts it up and drops it, and it comes out of the frame. He tries to save  the glass, and cuts himself. Then he runs round the room, looking for his handkerchief. Of course he can't find his handkerchief, because it is in the pocket of his coat, and he does not know where his coat is. All the house must start looking for his coat, while he is sitting and shouting:
rn“Doesn't anybody in the whole house know where my coat is? Six of you, and you саn't find the coat that I put down five minutes ago! » Then he finds that he is sitting on it, and shouts:
rn«Oh, I have found it myself now. You can never find anything, you fools. „
rnHalf an hour passes. At last we tie up his finger, bring him a new glass, all the tools which he wants, and the ladder, the  chair and the candle. The whole family stands round him now ready to help. Two of us hold the chair; a third helps him to get up on it and holds him there. A fourth hands him a nail. A fifth hands him the hammer. He takes the nail, and drops it. 
rn“There! » he says, «now the nail has gone. „
rnAnd we all must go down on our knees and look for it, while he stands on the chair and grumbles:
rn“Will you keep me here all the evening? „
rnAt last we find the nail, but this time he has lost the hammer.
rn“Where is the hammer? » he shouts. «What did I do with the hammer? Seven of you and you don't know what I did with the hammer! „
rnAt last we find the hammer for him, and then he has lost the mark which he made on the wall for the nail, and each of us must  get on the chair beside him, and try to find it. We each discover it in a different place, and he calls us all fools again one after the other, and tells us to get down. 
rnAt last, Uncle Podger finds his mark for the nail, and puts the point of the nail on it with his left hand, and takes the hammer  in his right hand. With the first blow he smashes his thumb, and drops the hammer on somebody's foot. Then he comes down and runs round the room asking for some cold water. 
rnBut this time Aunt Maria gets angry and says that next time Uncle Podger undertakes to do a job she will go and spend a week  with her mother. 
rn“Oh, you women! You have no patience,» Uncle Podger says. «Why, I like doing a little job of this sort.»
rnHe tries again, and, at the second blow, the nail goes through the wall and the hammer falls. Then we must find the hammer again, and he makes a new hole. About midnight, the picture is up at last, and everybody is very tired except, of course, Uncle Podger. 
rn«There you are! » he says, coming down from the chair at last. «Why, other people call in a special man to do a little thing like that! „