My mum was a free spirit, always wanted to travel. My dad, inspired by Count Basie’s ‘April in Paris’, and partly in an attempt to woo her, suggested that they go on a cheap tour of Europe. They hitched everywhere. Their budget was something like 50p a day. When they arrived in Cologne, at a restaurant, my mum perused the menu and chose the cheapest thing. The menu being in German, she had no idea what she would be getting.
“I’m not eating that!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll eat it”
“I think you should know that I’m pregnant”
“I suppose we are going to have to marry you then”.