As for previous weeks, please accept my apologies for not having much time this week to read and comment on other stories. We’re over halfway there, folks, and December is on the horizon! I have so many things I’m putting off till then, I fear it will still be a busy month, but hopefully a little less crazy!
As for this week’s story I know I shouldn’t prejudice you with my thoughts, but I’m not sure about this one. I had a lot more to say and perhaps with more time and effort, I could have fitted it in better, but see what you think. The picture is from Claire Fuller, other stories can be found through Rochelle.

Car Shopping
“What do you call a Skoda with two exhaust pipes?”
It was Matty’s favourite joke, and I knew the answer, but I scratched my head anyway.
“A wheelbarrow!” He ran off through the showroom, cackling wildly.
“He’ll be mortified,” said my husband, Jack, leaning on our first choice. “But that joke’s anachronistic; they’re good cars.”
“I know, but you’re not the one who’ll have to persuade him to get in it every time.”
“Hey, Mum! How do you double the value of a Skoda?”
“I blame your brother,” grumbled Jack.
“Me too,” I sighed. “Fill up the petrol tank, Matty.”