ROLY POLY!
My nine-year-old grandson and I were watching a TV programme about stately homes in England. The bedroom was shown, with a beautiful four-poster bed and his question to me was, “Nana, why does that bed have a roll cage?”
Oh, did I laugh – and I’m still laughing.
Bev, Pukekohe
STILL CRANKING
Recently, my husband was stopped by a traffic officer on the main road, who proceeded to enquire about his tractor and trailer. “Have you registered the old girl?” asked the officer. “Yes,” said my husband, “24 years ago.” “Oh!” said the traffic cop.
“I don’t mean your wife; I mean the tractor. It’s not that old!”
BP, Geraldine,
September 30, 1974
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
Heavily pregnant, I couldn’t find the Social Security Department, so I walked into…
