Suffering from impotence, a man visits several doctors asking for help, all to no avail. Finally, out of desperation, he visits a witchdoctor. The witchdoctor gives him a potion that can only be used once a year and tells him to take it before he is ready to be intimate. Then, when the time is right he should say 'one, two, three' and his impotence will be cured for as long as he likes. The man asks, 'How do I make the potion stop working?' 'Oh, that's easy', the doctor replies. 'You just say, "one, two, three, four".'
That evening before he enters the house, the man drinks the potion. He surprises his wife by immediately leading her to the bedroom. Things are going well and the man whispers, 'One, two, three.' His wife gives him a funny look and asks, 'What'd you say "one, two, three" for?'
I guess, we all have our own methods of remembering grammar; this one is my own way of remembering to never end a sentence with a preposition. I was reminded of this as I sat reading "My Grammar and I" by Caroline Taggart & J.A. Wines while I waited for my roast beef lunch in the Moruya Bowling & Recreational Club. And, of course, I would never make the same mistake when it's my time to see the witchdoctor!
Well, I've never gone out without a book under my arm, and I often come back, as was the case today, with two more: a lavishly illustrated and beautifully bound copy of the "Atlas of Forgotten Places - Journeys to abandoned destinations from around the globe" and the paperback "Rock and Hard Places - Travels to backstages, frontlines and assorted sideshows". They ought to satisfy my travel bug without moving an inch.
"She-who-took-the-photo" a.k.a. "She-who-must-be-obeyed" (not to be confused with the mysterious white queen named Ayesha in H. Rider Haggard's novel) also wanted her photo taken, so here they are both.
