With the doom and gloom of the last few days, thought this might lighten the mood…..
Cherie, in her usual charming manner, says to the chauffeur: ‘You get out and check – you were driving.
‘The chauffeur gets out, checks and reports that the animal is dead.
“You were driving; go and tell the farmer, ‘ says Cherie.
Five hours later, the chauffeur returns totally plastered, hair ruffled with a big grin on his face.
‘My goodness, what happened to you?’ asks Cherie.
The chauffeur replies: ‘ When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of malt whisky, the wife gave me a slap-up meal and the daughter made love to me. ‘
‘What on earth did you say?’ asks Cherie. ‘ I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, I said to them: ‘ I’m Cherie Blair’s chauffeur and I’ve just killed the cow.