Saturday, 24 September 2016


I met Jill an elderly friend at the car boot sale:

"Hello Jill, nice to see you. Have you found any bargains?"

"I just bought this number thirty house number."

"That's nice. Do you live at number thirty Jill?"


"Why'd you buy a number thirty then?"

"I am going to sell it."

"Do you know anyone who lives at number thirty?"

"No, but I know someone who lives at number twenty nine."

"You could sell it to their next door neighbour."

"She died last week."


"Their neighbour."

"Oh, that's a shame."

"Anyway, She was number thirty one so that wouldn't work."

"Oh well, I'm sure there are lots of number thirty houses in England. You are bound to sell it eventually."

"I might hang onto it for a while."

"Good luck with it anyway Jill. I hope you make a profit. See you soon.

"Bye John. Do you know anyone who lives at number thirty?"

"No sorry. Bye love."


  1. It's so much fun to have eccentric friends. I think I like Jill.

  2. If your houses are numbered like they are here (USA), the even number, 30, would be across the road from the odd ones, 29 and 31. Or, she might sell the 3 to one house and 0 to whomever lives across from #1 which would exempt them from property tax because zero is not a quantity. You see, there's always a solution.

  3. Loved this. Whilst smiling as I read it I wondered how long it would be before I reached that stage.... er there have been indications! Poor old Jill.