He bought me an apron for Xmas so I fried it for his dinner.That will do the trick… next year he may give me a sausage.

She bought me a sheet for Xmas so I wrote,Not tonight,Josephine on it.
I want some clean ink for Xmas.The trouble is.it’s invisible.
My husband doesn’t want a present since he’s passed.
Meanwhile I am trying to disguise my brilliant mind by learning to keep mum and smiling.I don’t want a new man but I don’t want men to know that I don’t want them,if that makes sense to you.
I see one day it’s the Russian plane crash and the next their athletes are all doped.They’ll do anything to make the front pages
Meanwhile I have stocked up with sugar to ice the cake which is our custom and which all foreigners like me must learn.
Now that the postmen are Polish we will have to change our name as Danish spelling is terribly hard to follow… but so is Polish.
I don’t know where I am.Shall I eat my words?




