So I'm sat on the rocking chair
with my feet up, knitting.
Ferretfingers comes over and gently
pats my tummy.
“What's up kid?” I ask.
“You're pregnant” he says.
If you were wondering what the
hysterical cackling about half an hour ago was as about Miss Doozer.
Miss Doozer Congratulations! 🤰🎉😹
Mrs Lasagne Lovely news Ben xxx 💕💝. Lol
(FYI I was born in 1956)
This definitely comes under
"there's nowt so queer as folk."
When Mrs Lasagne and I were preparing stuff for Woodlawn Nativity/Xmas Raffle
we ran out of the cellophane she normally wraps prizes in, so we wrapped some of
them in Xmas paper instead.
Tummy
trouble prevented me from helping on the day and I didn't see Mrs Lasagne until
today.
She told me people were much more
excited about getting the prizes wrapped in paper than the ones they could see
through the cellophane. So next year we are going to wrap any Xmas raffle prizes in paper with
ribbons (might be greener than cellophane as well).
Similarly
a few years ago we had a bundle of bottle bags so put some of the bottle stall
bottles in them. Again people were far
more interested in the bottles in the bags than the ones that just had tickets
on them - even though there was no real difference in the prize.
People
just seem to like a little mystery in their lives.
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