WHERE’S THE JAR?
My eight-year-old grandson and I were washing my car one day. He said to me, “Nana, this is hard work!” I replied, “Come on, boy, all you need is some elbow grease.” He went into the shed and when I went looking for him, I found him searching through the cupboard. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m looking for the jar of elbow grease, but I can’t find it!” he replied.
Nana Mary, Wairoa
DOES HUBBY KNOW?
Overheard at a wedding, from a happy flowergirl, referring to the bride: “She promised me I can be her flowergirl again the next time she gets married!”
Bride, Taranaki, May 12,1969
GOING POTTY!
My two neighbours and I, who live in adjoining flats, were admiring our mutual garden. Said…
