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There's none so strange as folks

Before Christmas I made mincepies for all the tennis people, putting 6 mincepies each into several plastic containers.  Some players, mainly the men, ate them all straight away, they are very popular.  Others ate a couple and took the rest back to share with their families.  Today I was given four empty plastic containers back by the players and not one had been washed.  Nearly three weeks have gone by and they haven't managed to wash them out, or maybe they don't recognise common courtesy when it stares them in the face.

My neighbour keeps chickens and so I buy my eggs from him, usually 6 at a time but whenever he sees my youngest son around (he is 2 metres tall) he increases the amount.  On Saturday, the day before my son was leaving he gave me 24 eggs.  Now I have to eat them myself.  Egg bound comes to mind.

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