Last night , daughter No 1 came to me complaining about what was in her
bedroom. "get it out" she said, not exactly terrified, but somewhat
agitated.

What is it? says I.

"A cauliflower" she says.

I considered this most unlikely and told her so.

It is, it's a cauliflower came the response. It's on the windowsill.

So I go to investigate, and guess what I find?

--
Steve


Never shake the ketchup bottle. None'll come, and then a lot'll