My wife heard some buskers at the big railway junction in London.
Clapham?
No, they weren't very good.
My wife heard some buskers at the big railway junction in London.
Clapham?
No, they weren't very good.
My wife saw a brass band playing (at the the oldest bandstand in Europe!) on the big common in south London
Clapham?
No, they weren't very good either.
My wife had an argument with Bill in the Scottish West Highlands
Fort William?
She certainly did!
My husband's flies got stuck whilst visiting a castle in Herefordshire
Hampton Court?
Yes it was.
My wife's gone to South-West Australia to get a shelf for the fireplace.
Freemantle?
No, she's paying for it.
My wife got very dirty when travelling around the towns in the Avon Valley.
Bath?
That would have helped.
My wife went to the Auvèrnhe region of France and visited one of its oldest cities.
Clermont-Ferrand?
Pardon? No, there weren't any ex-Liberal Democrat MPs there.
My wife and her effeminate friend visited the American Presdential retreat.
Camp David?
That's the fella!
Your wife said you were too possessive so she's gone away to Inner Hebrides.
Iona...
I see what she means!
My wife took her sailing dingy up to a town on the River Humber to get it repaired.
Hull?
No, the mast.
My wife went to a bookshop in the Lake district to buy "The Day of the Triffids".
Windermere?
That's what the sign said.
My wife's gone to visit her gifted brother in an East Sussex seaside town.
Brighton?
He certainly is!
My wife went to a dog show in the Canary Wharf area of London.
Isle of Dogs...
So does she; that's why she went.
My wife met two friends in Lincoln and then went on a boat trip up the river.
Witham?
No, her friends stayed behind.
My wife took a barge-load of builder's tools up the river in Brazil.
Amazon?
Every kind of tool you can imagine!
(well, it works if you pronounce it the right way...)
My wife couldn't think of the name of that famous bridge across the Thames in London when she was in a pub quiz in a town on the edge of the Black Country in the West Midlands of England.
Stourbridge.
Well I know that and you know that, but she couldn't think of it!
My wife went to a village on the River Yare, Norfolk, to buy some books.
Reedham?
Yes, she did.
My wife broke her high heels walking around the village birthplace of the famous Royal Academy artist Sir Alfred Munnings (renowned as one of England's finest painters of horses) in the beautiful Waveney Valley close to the Norfolk border.
Mendham?
The local cobbler says he can.
My wife asked me to send her high heel shoes down to where she's staying in a small village on the river Waveney in Norfolk.
Needham?
She must do, otherwise she wouldn't have asked.
My wife's gone to the east coast of Africa to get some sun cream.
Tanzania?
Tan's everywhere.
My wife's going to New Zealand to buy some boots.
Wellington?
Well, she's hoping to get something more stylish than that.
My wife met some cannibals at a famous public school in Windsor.
Eton?
No, they'd already had dinner.
How do Welsh haemophiliacs cut their cheese?
Sorry, wrong blog.My wife bought some new clothes in a southwest Wales market town in the Pembrokeshire Peninsula.
Cardigan?
No, but she got a blouse and a skirt.
When my wife was in America she bought some clothes in Newark.
New Jersey?
No, but she got a blouse and a skirt.
My wife went to a pop concert somewhere in the Malay peninsular.
Singapore?
Yes, and the guitar was out of tune as well.
I'd like to ask my wife to visit the frozen north with me, but I'm a bit shy.
Alaska?
Would you?
My wife says it's too cold in England so she's going to Santiago for the winter.
Chile?
Yes, that's why she's going.
My wife's gone gambling in the Midi-Pyrénées région of France.
Toulouse?
No, she's hoping to win.
My wife went to a central African republic for her holiday.
Congo?
No, she left the fifty-foot gorilla at home.
My wife works in an aquarium in Pembrokeshire.
Fishguard?
No, she's not in the security department.
My wife bought a dog in the region of Atlantic Canada across the Straight of Belle Isle from the island of Newfoundland.
Labrador?
No, it was a poodle.
My wife flew over the most populous city in India in an old World War 2 plane.
Bombay?
No, she travelled in the cockpit.
My wife went on holiday to the principal city of Arkansas,
Little Rock?
Well, not as much as in Blackpool.
My wife got a job as a lumberjack in Little Rock.
Arkansas?
That's what she told them in the interview.
My wife's hurricane lamp went out when she went camping in that area called "The Garden of Ireland" just south of Dublin.
Wicklow?
That could have been the problem.
My wife can't get the front door unlocked in that flat she bought in that town on the north Cornish coast.
Newquay?
I suppose she could try that.
My wife went to the capital of Ireland once two years ago, and twice last year, and this year she's going four times.
Dublin?
She seems to be!
My wife insulted me by calling me a male goose, so I sent her to Kampala.
Uganda?
Don't you start!
My wife went horse riding on that famous moor near Manchester.
Saddleworth?
About fifty quid I reckon.
My wife's relative is going to a city in the Provence-Alpes Cote d'Azur region of France.
Nice?
No, cousin actually.
My wife can't decide what colour hat to buy for her holiday in that island where Cowes is.
Isle of White.
I prefer yellow myself.
My wife and the mother-in-law are going to the Isle of White.
Cowes?
Oh, they're not so bad really.
My wife told me to store many bottles of fortified wine from the Portugese Douro Valley in a warehouse in that town south of Manchester.
Stockport.
That's what she said!
My wife's visiting all the towns in Scotland in alpahbetical order...
Dundee?
Not yet.
My wife stole my gardening implements and fled to the potato capital of America.
Idaho!
She's stolen yours as well, huh?
My wife ruined my car since she drove it through that town on the A534 into Wales.
Wrexham?
She certainly does!
My wife runs a market stall in the capital of the United Arab Emirates.
Dubai.
That's what she says to all the tourists!
My wife keeps insulting me by calling me bird names, so I sent her to Kiev.
Ukraine?
Don't you start!
The doctor told my wife she was overworked and recommended that she make a hotel reservation in Rumania.
Bucharest?
That's what he told her.