At Least It Tasted Better Than This Foot In My Mouth!
British playwright William Douglas Homes and his wife, Rachel, were invited to dinner by friends. Since he had to attend a matinee in Oxford, he and is wife arrived for dinner separately. The group dined, chatted, and then the Homes’ rose to leave around eleven. “Thank you, Rachel, for a lovely dinner,” said the host. “What do you mean?” Homes inquired. “I brought dinner over from home,” his wife explained, “as their cook was off.” “In that case,” said Homes,…
