A young man walks into the room of a lady in an old peoples home. There is a bed and a gas fire. He has a gas fitters overalls on.
Fitter: Hello I hear you've been having a few problems with the fire.
Woman: Its been really cold.
[He begins working on fire]
Woman: Aren't you what's his name......let me think now........Billy, that's right. Your Billy my Grace's boy.
Fitter: Um no sorry, my names Clive.
Woman: Derek, that's it. Oh Derek its so nice to see you. How are my grand children? I haven't seen them in ages. I forget their names [looks off in distance] still it's good of you to visit.
[He looks up and smiles nervously]
Woman: You will bring them to see me soon won't you.
Fitter: I'm not Derek I'm afraid.
Woman: My cousin Alan?
Fitter: No!
Woman: My nephew Rees.
Fitter: Look I'm really sorry but I'm just here to fix the fire. I'm afraid as far as I know I'm no relation at all.
Woman: Oh dear......still, are you sure you're not a family member?
Fitter: Yes.
Woman: Fancy a shag then.
Roscoff is a teacher isn't he
I think it's YOU in 50 years!