All the Fun of the Fair
A lost childs sweater provides the opportunity to catch out a lying cheat
For a long time I suspected my wife was having an affair. Of course she denied it. Then one Sunday we went to a theme park for the afternoon with our joyfully noisy children.
The afternoon passed pleasantly enough going on all the rides and soon it was time to leave as the park was about to close.
Suddenly we realised that our son had lost a brand new sweater we had just bought. The tannoy announced that we had just fifteen minutes to leave the park before they closed the gates.
So we decided to split up so that we could cover more ground more rapidly, retracing our steps to try to find the sweater. My wife took the children one way and I headed off back from where we had been earlier.
After a futile search of half the park I decided to head back to the carpark to where we had parked her car. I arrived before her and decided to make a cup of tea whilst I waited with a flask of hot water and a tea bag she had stashed somewhere in her car.
Looking in the glove compartment for the teabags I found a packet of Durex condoms. I also found a map and directions to a country retreat rented by her suspected lover boss. And I found a pair of mens socks that were not…
