Postman has been away with his Church.One seminar was on Marriage.One bit of advice was given.Praise each other.
So volunteers were asked for,soddin heck Mrs P volunteered us..Reluctantly i went up,shoulders drooping.Right Mrs P imagine you are down and feeling fed up,then Mr P say something nice.Well it seems i got it all wrong.
Mrs P'S bit.
Oh Bob look at me my hair is all greasy,split ends.My skin is like Orange peel,my eyes are baggy.My body is saggy everything is going south.Say something nice to me.
Well i thought for a few seconds ,then said,which seems to have been the wrong thing to say.
Well your eyesight is good.
The room erupted in a roar and the session was brought to a close.