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Posted by John K on July 5, 2019, 9:33 am
The school was breaking up for Christmas and the nursery teacher was receiving gifts from the children. The florist’s son handed her his gift. She shook it, held it overhead, and said “I bet I know what this is, a bunch of flowers.” “That’s right,” the boy said, “but how did you know?” “Oh, just a wild guess.” She said. The next pupil was the sweet shop owner’s daughter. The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, “I bet I can guess what it is. A box of chocolates.” “That’s right, but how did you know?” asked the little girl. “Oh, just a wild guess.” Said the teacher. The next gift was from little Geordie, who’s father owned an off licence. The teacher held the package overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and touched it to her tongue. “Is it wine?” she asked. “No.” Geordie replied with some excitement. The teacher repeated the process, taking a larger drop of the leakage to her tongue. “Is it champagne?” she asked. “No.” Geordie replied, with more excitement. The teacher took one more taste before saying, “I give up. What is it?” With great glee, Geordie replied, “It’s a puppy, miss!”
Geordie walks into a bank to withdraw some money. “Can you identify yourself?” asked the bank clerk. Geordie reaches into his inside pocket, takes out a mirror, looks into it and says, “Aye, That’s me aall reet!”
Recommended Local History websites.
www.oldtyneside.co.uk www.gatesheadeast.co.uk, www.donmouth.co.uk and www.hebburn.org