There is an old saying: Never ask someone if they are from Yorkshire. If they are, they will have already told you; and if they aren’t you don’t want to embarrass them.
This evening Kerry asked Amy if she wanted a bath.
“It’s called baf, not baath mummy†she replied, exasperated.
*sniff* I’m so proud.
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