OAP CARROTS!
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, as a LADY of a CERTAIN AGE with a BIRTHDAY on the HORIZON, I was a little DISCONCERTED when my DELIGHTFUL granddaughter whilst assisting me in preparing dinner by SCRAPING the CARROTS, declared.
“I’m not scraping this CARROT it’s an OAP! It’s got WRINKLES & CRINKLES!”
Yours Deflatedly
Celia
Oh dear. Much as I’m sure you adore her, I trust that you sent her to bed without any supper.
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