A man in Scotland calls his son in Bath 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 are 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 brother in Leeds and tell him'
Frantic, the son calls his brother, who explodes on the phone. 'Like hell they're getting divorced' he shouts, 'I'll take care of this.'
He calls Scotland immediately and screams at his 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. 'Okay,' he says, 'They're coming for Christmas - and they're paying their own way.