Sunday Morning

Bill was up very early on Sunday morning, dressed, sandwiches made and packed, dog on the leash, as they go into the garage. He loaded the boat and hooked it onto his pick-up truck, fired the truck up and drove out onto the driveway. There was heavy snow falling with sharp gusts of wind. Pausing, Bill turned on the radio to discover that there were violent storms forecast for all that day.

So he reversed back into the garage, unhooked the boat and quietly went back into the house. He went upstairs, changed into his pyjamas and slipped back into the bed. He ran his hand all over his wife’s back and whispered, “The weather’s really bad!”

She replied in a sleepy voice, “Can you believe that stupid husband of mine is fishing in these conditions!”