Would you like to be my friend?
No, I’d rather be myself
Would you like to fall in love?
I’d rather swim through it
Would you like a new car?
I’ve not got an old one
What is your name.
No, it’s not, it’s Nat
What shall we eat tonight?
I can chew my nails after putting mango chutney on them
I don’t like to eat snails but neccessity is the mother of invention
Will you saute them in olive oil?
No, I’ll stuff them into a tomato
You need a big one
I’ll crush them
How cruel cookery can be
But not as bad as Goering,Stalin,Hitler or Nero.
Snails won’t know that
But we know
Where are the children?
I didn’t know we had any
Why are we in bed?
Because we are married
Since when?
Gosh, you’ve got dementia already
Well, we do live in a Care Home
Wow, only 29 and in a Care Home
We run it
How my heart sings 