GIVE ME PEAS PLEASE!
Many years ago, during the 1960s, vegetables used to be delivered to your door. My four-year-old son asked me one day, “Mummy, would you like some peas?” To which I said, “No thanks, son.” He replied, “But Mum, yesterday you said you needed some peace in the house.” That story remains with me whenever I buy peas!
Barbara, Auckland
WHO? ME?
About six months ago, my uncle was working in the backyard of his new home, which overlooks a golf course. On hearing his young son screaming one day, he yelled, “What the hell are you doing?” At that point, an innocent golfer replied, “What on earth do you think I’m doing?”
Young One, Timaru, November 2, 1970
COLOURFUL TIMING
She lives in an apartment opposite…
