Dave, a supermarket worker, is called away from his till.
“Your wife’s gone into labour early,” a supervisor tells the worried young man. “A nurse left her direct number. Give her a ring and she’ll tell you what’s happening.”
Unfortunately, the manager had written the number down wrongly and Dave gets through to the local cricket club during the match.
“How’s everything going?” he asks.
“Oh, fine,” says a cheery woman on the other end. “We’ve got eight out already.”
“Eight?” wails Dave, who’s already nervous about becoming a dad.
“Yep,” says the lady.
“And the last two were ducks.”
Return to Index for Parish of Walthamstow Magazine, May 2008
