Judge.
Madam, what are your ground’s for divorce?
Madam
Quite a large garden sir.
Judge.
No, no, I will re-phrase the question.
Do you have a grudge?
Madam.
No sir, we park in the street.
Judge.
Look madam, by grudge, I mean does he beat you up?
Madam
No sir, I’m always up before him, to make his breakfast
Judge
Madam, are you sure you want a divorce?
Madam
I don’t want a divorce, It’s my husband, he says I don’t understand him.