Last Friday, Royal Wedding day, at my parents'. Two small boys, not much interested in Princes and Princesses:
:: In sixteen years living in that house, it NEVER occurred to me to climb the willow tree. I feel ashamed.
:: Me: Be careful boys. Don't fall out of the tree, I don't want to drive to A&E.
Boys: studiously ignore their mother.
-Some time later...
Me: You look a bit ruffled Custard. Are you alright.
Custard (really pleased with himself): Oh yeah. I just fell out of the tree.
:: Only one injury incurred- a monster stomach scrape for one FHB who obviously found it harder than Custard to get out of the tree.
:: Why have they got a golf caddy up the tree? Answers on a postcard...x
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