Quote: Shandonbelle @ January 28 2012, 11:30 AM GMTI remember my dad coming home from work at the Posts and Telegraphs with his brown envelope full of cash, him and my mum would go off into the kitchen to open it, was a sort of secret ritual they had every week.
Dad hands over pay packet to Mum, who scrutinises the writing on it
MUM
It's twenty quid short again; you've been slacking off with that dolly bird again instead of doing your overtime!
DAD
No I haven't, Honest, they took off some more tax.
MUM
Well I don't believe you, so I'm docking your pocket money.
Mum hands Dad eight bob
DAD
owww, Doris, please... I can't even buy a pint with that
MUM
Let that be a lesson to you.