A true story about my wife ... many years ago, when her sister was moving into a place of her own and needed a fridge, the two of them went off to an auction on a Saturday morning in East London. I was left to babysit our two young sons, one of whom was about 8 months old at the time. In due course I got a call from wifey to say I needed to come through with the bakkie to pick up the fridge they had bought for R10 (would equate today, I think, to R500). Quickly I changed baby's nappy, put him in his car seat, and off the 2 boys and I set. On arriving there, wifey noticed that baby's one arm had been tucked into his nappy, with his hand coming out down the leg (no wonder he howled all the way to the auction house!)
Then, the "bargain" fridge was taken home, switched on, and just got hotter and hotter until we heard an almighty explosion, saw smoke coming from the fridge and realised it was not the bargain we had thought it was. We still have this as one of the family jokes today!
There are old pilots and bold pilots.
But there are no old, bold pilots.
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