'I can tell a joke,' he said. I held my breath in anticipation. 'What do you call a bear without no (sic.) teeth? A gummy bear!'
Bless him.
A wee skeleton stood on my doorstep on Tuesday evening. 'Do you want any guisers?', he asked. Already he'd gone up in my estimation, not a trick or treater, a real guiser. I'd had to seek advice earlier in the day from my lovely daughter on the protocols of trick or treating but a guiser, now that I knew how to deal with.
'I can tell a joke,' he said. I held my breath in anticipation. 'What do you call a bear without no (sic.) teeth? A gummy bear!' Bless him.
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Hello, I'm Marianne. I live in Central Scotland with my husband, Jim, and an occasional rabbit. Glad you could join me :) Archives
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