“I’m not happy, Gary,” said Tracy Greenfield, as her new husband came out of the bathroom, knowing that if he didn’t get in there first, he’d be cross legged for the next hour. “Why’s that, Darling?” he asked, his face puckering with concern. “Didn’t you sleep well after we had made love? I thought from your sighs you were really contented?” “Oh that, no, Gary, I’m not talking about our love making. I’m talking about the toilet rolls in the bathroom. I’ve noticed that the paper isn’t soft like the toilet roll we have in England. It’s hard and crepey. I’m sure it will cause me problems down below.” “Then we must go into the town later and find one of those pharmacies. Perhaps they’ll have something softer than what they have here.” “I thought we had to go to the Welcome meeting at ten thirty. I think we should make an effort to go there or people will begin to talk.” “What about my darling, why would people be talking?” “You know, they’ll make jokes about honeymoon couples not appearing for meals.
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