There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband . . . .

My uncle sent me this, with the heading above. Because it was from him, I knew it wouldn't be some soppy rubbish:

A wife comes home late at night and quietly opens the door to her bedroom.From under the blanket she sees four legs instead of two. She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as she can.

Once she's done, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink.

As she enters, she sees her husband there, reading a magazine.

"Hi Darling", he says, "Your parents have come to visit us, so l let them stay in our bedroom. Did you say ‘hello’?”