Carolyn contacted me out of the blue on Tuesday and suggested we meet for a coffee: her treat. Which was nice.
"Hey," I said, as I supped on my suspiciously medium-sized-looking, so-called Grande, "I read a great joke on the internet the other day. Want to hear it?"
"Go on, then," said Carolyn, not particularly enthusiastically.
"'Doctor, doctor, my hearing is getting worse and worse.'
'What are the symptoms?'
'They're a yellow-faced cartoon family on the telly.'"
"… I don't get it," said Carolyn.