English World: Princess II
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Mr. and Mrs. Brown were going abroad for their holiday. They had a dog called Blackie which they were very fond of, but they could not take him abroad with them, so they looked for a good place to leave him while they were away, and at last found a place which looked after dogs very well while their owners were away. They took Blackie there just before they left for their holiday, and sadly said goodbye to him.
At the end of their holiday, they got back to England very late at night, and as they thought that the place where Blackie was staying might be closed at that late hour, they decided to wait until the next morning before going to get him.
So the next morning, Mr. Brown got into his car and drove off happily to collect Blackie.
When he reached home with the dog, he said to his wife, “Do you know, dear, I don’t think Blackie can have enjoyed his stay at that place very much. He barked all the way home in the car as if he wanted to tell me something.”
Mrs. Brown looked at the dog carefully and then answered, “You’re quite right, dear. He was certainly trying to tell you something. But he wasn’t trying to tell you that he hadn’t enjoyed his stay at that place. He was only trying to tell you that you were bringing the wrong dog home. This isn’t Blackie!”
[Poor you, Blackie!!! ]
Mr. and Mrs. Jones’s flat was full of suitcases, trunks and packed – up furniture. The two of them were busy with pencils and paper, checking their lists of luggage, when there was a ring at the door. Mrs. Jones went to open it, and saw a well – dressed middle – aged lady outside. The lady said that she lived in the flat beside theirs, and that she had come to welcome them to their new home. The Joneses invited her in, after apologizing for the state of the flat.
“Oh, please don’t stand on ceremony with me,” she answered. “Do you know, in some parts of this town neighbors are not at all friendly. There are some streets – and even some blocks of flats – where people don’t know their neighbors – not even their next – door ones. But in this block of flats, everybody is friends with everybody else. We are one big, happy family. I am sure that you will be very happy here.”
The well – dressed lady got a shock when she came to visit the flat the next time, because she found a quite different man and woman in it. Mr. and Mrs. Jones had not had the courage to tell her that they were not the new owners of the flat, who were due to move in the next day, but the old owners, who had lived beside her for two years without her ever having visited them or even noticed their existence.
[...a neighbor is...very, very special]
A woman was having some trouble with heart, so she went to see the doctor. He was a new doctor, and did not know her, so he first asked some questions, and one of them was, “How old are you?”
“Well,” she answered, “I don’t remember, doctor, but I will try to think.” She thought for a minute and then said, “Yes, I remember now, doctor! When I married, I was eighteen years old, and my husband was thirty. Now my husband is sixty, I know; and that is twice thirty. So I am twice eighteen. That is thirty – six, isn’t it?”
[that's the reason why we should not ask women about their age...]