A husband and wife are standing at the window admiring their garden.
‘Sooner or later you’re going to have to make a proper scarecrow to keep the birds off the flower beds,’ says the wife.
‘What’s wrong with the one we’ve got?’ asks the husband.
‘Nothing, replies the wife. ‘But Mother’s arms are getting tired.’
‘Sooner or later you’re going to have to make a proper scarecrow to keep the birds off the flower beds,’ says the wife.
‘What’s wrong with the one we’ve got?’ asks the husband.
‘Nothing, replies the wife. ‘But Mother’s arms are getting tired.’