ANOTHER REASON WHY I LOVE MY WIFE...#2

My wife has always been very competitive, in fact we still have the egg from the egg and spoon race she came 4th in at infant school. Not the original egg of course but one that looks just like it. And it just so happens that the other day, remembering her athletic youth, she challenged me to a race to the pie shop. Not averse to the age old art of walking - i agreed. 'OK!' she said, slapping me hard round the face to make the exact sound of a starting pistol. 'Let's go!' and with that she was off, moving like a gazelle in a hippopotamus suit. After i had gotten up off the floor and re - done my shoe laces which had been mysteriously tied together, i was in hot pursuit and determined to make up lost ground. I must say the secret weapon worked a treat and i would have won if my wife hadn't had leapt onto the bonnet, finishing by a mere broken nose ahead of me, which happened as i slammed the anchors on and she careered off doing 3 cartwheels through the pie shop door. Can't wait for the next challenge. The wife's suggested hammer throwing, another one of her specialities...