Christmas Eve and says, "I hate to ruin your day but I have
to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five
years of misery is enough."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer" the
father says. "We're sick of each other and I'm sick of
talking about this, so you call your sister in Leeds and
tell her."
Frantically, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the
phone. "Like hell they're getting divorced!" she shouts,
"I'll take care of this!"
She calls Scotland immediately, and screams at her father,
"You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until
I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be
there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR
ME?" and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.
"Sorted! They're coming for Christmas - and they're paying
their own way."
