Judy forced me to buy one of those Womens Institute calenders yesterday
- you know, the ones where the matronly ladies get their kit off.
She wanted to show me that she was fitter than any of the grannies in the photos.
But she got all upset when I told her that she was much fatter and uglier than any of the ladies posing for the calendar.
What do you have to do to make them happy ?!