Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 8:40 am
Good morning all ... bright and sunny here but with a bit of a nip in the air ... bit like autumn really. Tis the weekend and time to kick back and chill as they say in down town Driffield. Here's this mornings little jokette ....
One night Mrs Wizz went carol singing.
She knocked on the door of a house and began to sing. A man with a violin in his hand came to the door
Within half a minute tears were streaming down his face! Mrs Wizz went on singing for half an hour, every carol she knew - and some she didn't.
As last she stopped.
'Aah knaa how ya feeling, pet,' she said softly. 'Yer rememberin aall yer happy childhood Christmas's. Yer a real sentimentalist!'
'No,' he snivelled. 'I'm a musician!'
One night Mrs Wizz went carol singing.
She knocked on the door of a house and began to sing. A man with a violin in his hand came to the door
Within half a minute tears were streaming down his face! Mrs Wizz went on singing for half an hour, every carol she knew - and some she didn't.
As last she stopped.
'Aah knaa how ya feeling, pet,' she said softly. 'Yer rememberin aall yer happy childhood Christmas's. Yer a real sentimentalist!'
'No,' he snivelled. 'I'm a musician!'