“Hey, Mum,” asked Little Johnny,

“Can you give me twenty pounds?”

“Certainly not.”

“If you do,” he went on,

“I’ll tell you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop.”

His mother’s ears pricked up and, grabbing her purse, she handed over the money.

“Well? What did he say?”

“He said, ‘Hey, Marie, make sure you wash my all socks tomorrow. All of them are dirty.’”