Just had to share this.

> The Morning after the Office Party.
> Jack woke up with a killer hangover after attending his firm’s
> Christmas Party.
> He didn’t even remember how he got home. It’s 8.30. What day is it?
> Thursday.. His wife must have gone to work.
> As he struggled into consciousness through the fog of a pounding
> headache, his stomach plummeted as he wondered what the hell he did last
> night..
> He forced himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a
> couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And,
> next to them, a little vase of sweet peas, freshly picked from the garden.
> He sat up. The bedroom was clean and tidy, – there was no trail of
> drunkenly abandoned clothes, fresh air was coming in through the
> window and all was serene. He stumbled to the bathroom, also pristine, and,
> squinting gingerly into the mirror, saw that he had a black eye. This
> was not a good sign, but no memories were returning.
> As he concentrated hard on getting the world into focus, he saw a
> post-it note stuck on the corner of the mirror. It was written in red, with
> little hearts on it and a kiss from his wife.
> ’I’ll ring your office and tell them you won’t be in today. Breakfast
> is in the oven. Try to eat something and go back to bed for the morning.
> There’s snooker on TV this afternoon. Take it easy today, hope your
> eye doesn’t hurt too much. See you tonight. I love you, darling! Love,
> Jillian. x ’
> He stumbled to the kitchen and sure enough, there was hot breakfast,
> steaming hot coffee and the newspaper. His teenaged son was sitting at
> the table, eating.
> Jack, bracing himself, asked his son what happened the previous night.
> ’ Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You
> fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway,
> and got that black eye when you ran into the door. ’
> Confused, he asked his son, ‘So, why is everything in such perfect
> order, aspirins by the bed, a nice note from Mum and breakfast waiting for
> me?’
> His son replied, ‘Oh THAT!… Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when
> she tried to take your trousers off, you screamed, ’Leave me alone you
> slapper, I’m married!!’
> Broken Coffee Table £250
> Hot Breakfast £3.50
> Two Aspirins 20p
> Saying the right thing, at the right time……PRICELESS

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