> Steven 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 n ext 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! > > 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. > > Steven, 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' >