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Todays Question.
Does anyone here know how high the bits of a supermarket strawberry trifle bounce when it's dropped on the floor? I do. So does the dark-skinned girl standing beside me. She ended up looking like Al Jolson.
It was only after I'd settled on the bus for the one hour trip home when I found the cellophane on top of the garlic potatoes had split.
I don't know whether it was the stink of garlic or the bits of trifle I was wearing, but on a crowded bus I had a whole bench seat to myself.
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