And it made me laugh a lot on Saturday, so I’m sharing it with you weary saints to cheer your Monday morning:
So the policeman comes up to me. He says ‘what were you doing between 6 and 11?
I said ‘I was in primary school’.
My kids told me a joke
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The Vicar's Wife 
Were you quite tired and overwrought on Saturday?
Hi Ros. A little (had our Feast 4 All Nations mission event that afternoon). Why?
Because the joke isn’t that funny. 😉 I laugh more at bad jokes when I’m tired and overwrought.
Ros, noooo! It’s hilarious. But maybe I need an early night…
Maybe it’s all in the telling?