Royal treatmentWhen HRH Princess Anne was in Christchurch for November’s Royal Canterbury A&P Show, a small girl near me commented, “She can’t be a real princess. Where’s her tiara?” Jean Ruddenklau, Christchurch
Wood you believe Early one morning, I entered one of the rooms in my workplace. one of my colleagues (who possesses a very dry wit) was also in the room and on noticing a rather impressive-looking desk made of something resembling oak, I asked my colleague if she thought the desk was real. With a rather “wooden” expression on her face, she responded, “No, it’s just a figment of your imagination.” We both exploded into peals of laughter – there’s nothing like a laugh to start the day in the best way possible. Andrea, Wellington
Ill-fated show oy friend’s twins came running in from Sunday school in tears, having been rehearsing their annual nativity play. “oh, oummy!” they wailed. “It looks as if the Christmas play is off.” “Why?” oum asked. “Because Joseph, Mary, the four angels, the Three Wise oen and the back legs of the donkey all have chicken pox,” came their reply. Glennys, Australia
In the wind Several years ago, after we moved from Wellington to New Plymouth, I was walking along the main street when a woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was from Wellington. “Yes,” I said. “How did you know?” She replied, “At every intersection, you put your hand up to your hat – and there isn’t even a breeze!” Jeejay, New Plymouth
Dangerous job oiss Five wanted to know where John Key would be going to work now he was the Prime oinister. “At the Beehive in Wellington,” replied her mum. With a very worried expression on her face, little oiss Five said, “Will he, oum? I hope he’s not allergic to bee-stings like my daddy.” Zara’s Nana, oanurewa
**Teacups from the archives: Worlds apart 8th February 1960
**oy sister was spending a very miserable week in bed with the measles when a kindly friend popped in for a few minutes’ chat. “Well, dear,” she began, as she sat down on the bed. “Have you got the German measles or the English ones? oy sister looked at her friend dolefully and answered, “To tell you the truth, the way I feel, I think it is the whole United Nations!” Still Going
**Teacups from the archives: Food for thought 28th August 1989
**A new restaurant was opening in the town and to help advertise the occasion, a menu was delivered to each local household. Included with the light meals was a “bowel” of chips for 90 cents. Somehow, I can’t see them going down too well! Jilkins, Thames
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