My father was passing through Kings Lynn last Friday and decided to call in on an old friend that he had not seen for a long time to say hi.
He phoned him and Colin advised him that he was not home, but wouldn't be long, so to let himself into the garden and make himself comfortable.
Dad did this and sat quietly in the sunshine until he realised that he needed a wee. He went behind a bush and had a good pee.
Feeling much more comfortable, he settled back down to wait for Colin. Looking around him he became rather puzzled.
He thought 'I'm sure Colin had a bigger conservatory than that'. He phoned Colin..... 'you do live at number 16, don't you?'
'No' said Colin, 'I live at number 33'! oooops!
