Yesterday my wife finally got around to sorting her bag out. At least two coins in there are no longer in circulation.
. . . between my wife and I.
Me:”I’ve just picked up a book about Julian of Norwich.”
Me:”You know who Julian was?”
Jen:”Of course I do.”
Jen:”A bloke from years ago. See-I surprise you don’t I? I might not know what he did, but I know he lived years ago. So there!”
Me:”Julian of Norwich was a woman.”
My wife, who always loves a bargain, came home from shopping yesterday to inform me that she had managed to buy forty-eight (yes, forty-eight) boiled eggs for a pound.
She only has one egg cup.