So the lads asked if I wanted to go out for a drink last night. I checked with Mrs_R that we didn't have anything planned already, and told her I was going out but would be back by midnight.
A few beers too many resulted in me getting home at 3.00 am.
As I opened the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall cuckooed 3 times.
Thinking that this might wake Mrs_R, I hastily cuckooed 9 more times. Genius, eh! Drunk as a skunk, but still quick witted.
I crawled in to bed without waking Mrs_R
The following morning she asked me what time I got in.
"Midnight, why?"
"We need a new clock in the hall then."
When I asked her why, she replied "Well last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said "Oh cr@p," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed 3 more times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the cat and farted."