WE’VE been a bit worried the last few weeks. Bradley of Boort has been missing in action - no new Treemendous Signs on the Boort-Durham Ox Road and no updated photos sent to us here at OTF. Still receiving communications from Bradley so he hadn’t been swallowed up by one ofhis giant pumpkins at Halloween. The reason being being holed up in a pun-free zone is more mundane. The kids are taking up a bit of time and he is busy cleanining around the home. The good wife has been overseas for a few weeks and is about to arrive back in Oz and began her inspection of any mess accumulated during her temporary absence.
AFTER traipsing around the world, the good lady Karen may need a soothing and relaxing bath. That’s what a couple of tennis players were unable to do on Saturday night. Coaxed out of retirement, Good King Richard and his equally affable Queen Consort were lamenting the inability to take a post-match spa. Seems something went wrong with the plumbing and a couple of frogs invaded their space the previous week. Not sure if the frogs kissed and became a prince and princess.
ON THE subject of that spa bath, while the Consort said the preferred additive was radox, one of her partners was convinced   she said said Gravox. Interesting flow in conversation!
Q: Why are frogs so happy? They eat whatever bugs them! Q: What happens when two frogs collide? A: They get tongue tied! Q: What happens when you mix a frog with a bathtub scrubby-mit? A: A rubbit.