It was almost exactly a year ago that I introduced you to the vicar, the imam and the rabbit via a joke sent to me by a colleague at work. After diligent work by a member of the congregation from Billingsley, I can now reveal the next chapter in their adventures.
A vicar, an imam and a rabbit wander into a blood donor clinic. The nurse says “what blood group are you”? The rabbit says “I think I’m a type O”.
Those who show kindness by making us laugh have surely entertained angels unaware.