An old man in Scotland phones his son in London the day before Christmas Eve and says, " I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; 45 years of misery are enough for any man.
"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 am sick of talking about this, so you can 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 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 the phone and turns to his wife." Sorted!, they are coming for Christmas...........................and THEY'RE PAYING THEY'RE OWN WAY!!!!"
