A man in Scotland calls his son in London the day before Christmas Eve.
“I hate to ruin your day,” he says, “but your mother and I are divorcing. Forty-five years of misery is enough.”
The son is shocked. “Dad, what are you talking about?”
“We can’t stand each other anymore,” the father says. “We’re done. Call your sister in Leeds and tell her.”
The son calls his sister, who instantly explodes.
“Like hell you’re getting divorced!” she yells. “I’m coming up there tomorrow and we’re sorting this out. Don’t do anything until we get there. DO YOU HEAR ME?”
She hangs up.
The father turns to his wife and says, “Sorted! They’re coming for Christmas—and they’re paying their own way.”
