This bloke is sitting reading his Daily newspaper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
What was that for?" he cries. "That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pockets with the name Mary-Rose written on it," said she.
Don't be stupid," he explains, "two weeks ago when I went to the races Mary-Rose was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
She seemed satisfied and apologised, and went off to do the housework.
Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him again with the frying pan, knocking him out cold.
When he comes around, he said "what the hell was that for?"