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".
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".
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.
"Done! They're coming for Christmas - and they're paying their own way."