Not sure this is funny, but...
My family moved around a fair bit when I was younger so I went to several primary schools. When I was 9 I attended a school in what was then known to my parents and their friends as the People's Democratic Republic of Derbyshire.

My teacher was Mr. Smith*, my sisters teacher (for reception) was Mrs. Jones*, and Mrs. Jones' husband, Mr. Jones*, taught one of the other classes.

Mr. Jones* was rather a scary character, he had a large bristling moustache, a shaven head, and the manner of the British Army Sergeant-Major he had once been. He was not to be messed with and you could hear him screaming at children from several classrooms away. Mrs. Jones* was a rather large lady, sort of like a clucking mother hen. Mr. Smith* on the other hand was a cloud-dreamer, frequently playing the piano when he should've been teaching us.

One day, we were all on the playground before school, waiting to be lined up into classes. We noticed that Mr. Smith*, Mr. Jones* and Mrs. Jones* were no where to be seen. Substitute teachers led us all in. For the next two weeks none of them appeared.

Naturally the rumours started flying around - that Mrs. Jones* had run off with Mr. Smith* and that poor macho Mr. Jones* was heartbroken.

These rumours were put paid too when Mrs. Jones* returned to work. She hadn't run off with Mr. Smith*.

Mr. Smith* had run off with Mr. Jones*. It was rumoured that they had eloped to Amsterdam and opened some sort of 'gay shop' (at least thats what the 9 or 10 year olds in the know in my class said).

I never did find out what actually became of them.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 15:30, Reply)