Mrs Blog works at a local emporium from which she likes to be collected after work by yours truly.
Yesterday evening I duly set off to pick her up outside the shop and waited patiently for her to appear.
After a few minutes I saw her cross the road and head towards our car.
She grabbed the door handle and pulled open the door saying,
"Hello Darling. How was your day?"
I didn't hear her say these words though. Is Mr Blog going deaf in his dotage? I hear you ask. No, I am not. Mrs Blog was trying to get in the wrong car and make off with a complete stranger!
Yesterday evening I duly set off to pick her up outside the shop and waited patiently for her to appear.
After a few minutes I saw her cross the road and head towards our car.
She grabbed the door handle and pulled open the door saying,
"Hello Darling. How was your day?"
I didn't hear her say these words though. Is Mr Blog going deaf in his dotage? I hear you ask. No, I am not. Mrs Blog was trying to get in the wrong car and make off with a complete stranger!
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