Ken was fifty, and his wife Liz was forty-eight. They had a very old car.
‘I’m going to sell this car,’ Ken said to Liz last month, but nobody wanted it, because it was old and did not runwell.
Last Friday, Ken said to Liz, ‘I’ve got some work in Bоxbury. Come with me and do your shopping there.
Liz was very happy, because her husband very seldom took her out, and she usually shopped in their small village.
Ken drove their old car to the River Dee. There was a ferry there, and cars and trucks crossed on it to the other side. It was the shortest way to Boxbury.
The ferryman came to Ken and said, ‘A pound for car and twenty-five pence for the passenger.’
the Ken answered, ‘Take the car for a pound, but I’m not going to sell my wife for less than fifty pence.’
