Monday, May 27, 2013
It was seven days into their honeymoon and the young bride staggered downstairs to breakfast looking knackered.
“My goodness,” said the waitress. “You don’t look so good, but aren’t you the bride with the older husband?”
“Yes I am, he’s 75, but I’ve discovered he’s pulled a dreadful trick on me. When he told me he had saved up for 50 years, I thought he was talking about money.”