‘Are you ready?’ asked George, clearly irritated.
Distracted by filling the kettle, I hadn’t heard him the first time.
‘Ready for what?’ I asked him.
‘The joke. I want to tell the joke’ he said, getting a bit whiny.
‘Go on then’ i said, turning to give it my full attention.
Readying himself, George started.
‘What happened when the dog went to the flea circus?’
George stopped and stared at me expectantly.
Ordinarily, this is the point he would be supplied with a biscuit but not today. Today, he wanted a question.
‘I don’t know George. What did happen when the dog went to the flea circus?’
‘He stole the show’