Winchester whisperer
Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Seven lives
"I'm very sorry to tell you that a black cat's been run over. Have you seen your cat recently?"
On hearing this from her neighbour, my friend called her cat Sooty to no avail and then went to the road. She went back with a spade and box, returned to her garden and performed full burial rites with tears.
Five hours later she was in her kitchen when, to her amazement, Sooty leapt through the cat flap, bright eyed and bushy tailed, looking forward to his supper. She wept with delight. She went into the garden to check the grave. All was peaceful.
The next day she put a sign on the tree in the road: "Unknown deceased black cat. All enquiries to number 23."
The doorbell eventually rang. A man had lost his cat. She explained that it may be buried under a tree in her garden. He asked her to dig it up. He'd brought a box to take it for his own burial. She lent him her spade.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Friday, August 08, 2014
Bad joke of the day
At the Bethel Baptist Chapel in a small Welsh village last week, they had their usual husbands' marriage seminar.
The Vicar asked Dafydd Jones, who said he was approaching his 50th wedding anniversary, if he would take a few minutes to share some insights on how he had managed to stay married all these years.
Dafydd replied to the assembled husbands, "Well, I've treated her well. I spend money on her, bought her jewellery, clothes and everything a woman could wish for. Best of all, I took her to Patagonia for our 25th anniversary."
The Vicar said, "Dai, you are an inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us, what are you planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary?"
Dafydd replied, "I'm going back to Patagonia to pick her up."