Old Rancher

The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town.

Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumor had it that he was
marrying a "mail order" bride.

Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumor was true. Tom
assured him that it was. The banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride
to be. Tom proudly said, "She'll be twenty-one in November."

Now the banker, being the wise man that he was, could see that the sexual
appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by an eighty-year-old man.

Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully
suggested that Tom should con sider getting a hired hand to help him out on
the ranch,knowing nature would take its own course.

Tom thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that
afternoon.

About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again.

"How's the new wife?", asked the banker.

Tom proudly said, "Good - she's pregnant."

The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued, "And
how's the hired hand?"

Nissan Primera (P12) Saloon SE, 03 plate. <55k miles on the clock.
Averages over 30mpg mixed driving. Colour Pearlescent Dark Blue. Very
good family car. Can sit 5 hulking 6'+ men in it easily.

All standard kit for the SE on it. Alloy wheels, reversing camera, air con.

Well, it had to come to this. Thanks to the governments inability to
accurately predict the number of teachers required in Scotland, I am
emigrating to New Zealand. I had a telephone interview on Tuesday night and
got the verbal job offer this evening to teach Physics/Science in rural NZ.