This week I thought I'd mark me return to the blogsphere with a little Christmas Joke for you:
Two peasants were walking along the street in communist Russia many years ago.
They were only half way home when it started to sleet.
Mrs Nureyev held out her hand and looked at her husband. 'Ah... it is a terrible thing that it has started to snow, da?'
Mr Nureyev looked at his wife as though a stoat had just grown out of her left ear. 'You foolish woman,' says he. 'This is not snow, it is rain.'
At this point a full domestic row ensued, almost coming to blows.
But suddenly, round the corner came a well known figure: a prominent member of the Communist Party and an important man in the town.
Mr Nureyev leans over to his wife and says, 'Let's ask the Party for a ruling in this matter.' To which the Mrs agrees.
'Excuse me Comrade Rudolph,' begins the now slightly damp peasant.
'Yes, what is it?' Barks the Party member.
'Ah, my wife and I were having a little disagreement about whether it was snowing or raining and we thought the Party might be able to give us an official ruling to clear up the matter once and for all.'
Comrade Rudolph looks at the couple and sniffs before holding out his hand to gauge the sleet that was still falling.
'It is rain!' He declares and stalks off into the night.
'You see,' says Mr Nureyev, turning triumphantly to his wife before announcing, 'Rudolph the red knows rain dear!'
Happy Christmas darling ones and I'll be back with another Christmas cracker in a week or so!
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