The week has flown by and there are still goosepimples on Henrietta's arms from the Woman in Black play we saw last Friday. I confess I slept through the entire first half, but the second part was admittedly pretty chilling. She would possibly have coped better with the child-catcher scene from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang which, clearly, was the main reason she turned down that suggestion.
As it's August and I can't be bothered to bang on again about the oil price I have to tell you another story about another of my children. As I went upstairs last night I noticed a series of new books on the shelves of my 11 year old daughters bedroom. On closer inspection, the spines of various Jacqueline Wilson and Enid Blyton books had been covered with strips of coloured paper on which Jimmy ( the said 11 yr old daughter ) had handwritten new titles which included:
"100 things not to do with your body"
"A guide to plucking your eyebrows"
"All about plastic surgery"
What is going on in our household when I'm slogging away down here???
The first call today touches on fears of excessive competition in the UK life assurance market, specifically protection, before which I have to relate to you a story I heard on the radio this morning about a funeral someone had been at where the elderly widow asked a guest, well known for his singing ability, if he could perform and requested "Jingle Bells". The singer thought this was slightly odd, particularily so as it was mid-summer, but asked no questions and did as she had asked. Not surprisingly his enthusiastic rendition was met with some bemusement from the other guests, but also, sadly, with disappointment by the widow, who, it transpired, had confused Jingle Bells with the somewhat more appropriate and funereal song "When They Ring Those Golden Bells".
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