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Out of the mouths of babes

I took my 3 year old grandson for a walk along the heritage trail.  The small river that runs through it was completely dried up.  'What on earth can have happened?' I asked myself out loud.  My grandson looked at the mud with a serious face and then said without a hint of humour, 'Daddy must have drunk it - with a straw.'

Before I left for the UK I took my car into the garage to get a new tyre fitted.  It was due to go in on the Thursday but that was the day of the funeral so I telephoned the garage and spoke to the garage owner's wife, who is even deafer than I am and asked if I could change the date to the Friday.  'Je suis  desole mais mon ami s'est suicidee et la ceremonie est jeudi.'  'I am sorry but my friend has committed suicide and the funeral is Thursday.'  'Ton mari!' (your husband!)  No not mon mari, mon amie.  ELLE n'avaient  que 53 ans. (She was only 53 years old.)  'Ooh la la, you are like the Macrons,  She is much older than her husband.'  I gave up, trusting the village grapevine to spread the word.  

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