“My great Aunt Juliet was knocked over and killed by a bus when she was eighty-five. The bus was travelling very slowly in the right direction and could hardly have been missed by anyone except Aunt Juliet, who must have been travelling fairly fast in the wrong direction.” HumourDryAustraliaKings CrossAunts Up The CrossRobin DaltonText Classic Book:Aunts up the Cross Source: Aunts up the Cross