A woman on holiday in a caravan park in Towyn went into Ellesmere’s hardware shop, Abergele, and asked:
“Excuse me, I’d like to buy a tundish”
“A what?” asked shop assistant G., whose first language was Welsh.
“A TUNDISH”
G. excued himself a moment and went to ask Mr Ellesmere in Welsh what a tundish was.
“It’s a bloody twmffat G.!”
“Aaah” sighed G., turning to the woman he said:
“Now why didn’t you say you wanted a bloody twmffat!?”