A man in Scotland calls his son in London the day before 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.
Franticly, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. Like hell they`re getting divorced! she shouts, l`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.`
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