* * * A very stout countrywoman with full shopping basket was hesitating to cross the busy Prince of Wales Road, opposite the Royal Hotel, but to no avail. Eventually she hailed the policeman on duty: "Hey, bor! Can yew see me acrorst the rud?" "Blarst, missis," the constable replied, "I could see yew a moile away!" * * * An old gardener, a typical Norfolkman, was talking to the local newspaper boy who'd just delivered his EDP.
"Now, boy," he said, "dew yew trow this hare penny up inta that thare ow' ook tree an' see that on't come down no more." The boy replied: "On't come down no more? Corse that will – thare en't nouthin' ter hold ut up." "Dew yew dew as I sear," the ow feller replied. So the boy took the penny and threw that up into the tree and that promptly fell down agin to the ground. "Thare ut is," he say, picking up the penny and holding it up in the air, "an' you reckun that wun't come down no more!" The old countryman laughed): "Nor that hen't, hev ut? Tha's no more is ut? Tha's still ony a penny!"
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