Lying warm in bed on a freezing November night, suddenly somebody starts hammering on the front door. My wife fumbles with the bedside clock and says "who the hells that, it's 3am?
I answer the door, half asleep, and a guy asks, " I know it's late, but can you give me a push?"
"Sod off mate, it's 3 o'clock," I reply, closing the door.
I returned to bed and told my wife. She pointed out that we once had to knock at a remote farm house in Devon, very late at night, and received help when our car had broken down.
"It's your turn to help someone now, get your coat on and give him a push, you miserable git" said my beloved.
Coat and hat on, I opened the door and shouted into the damp night, " Do you still need a push mate?"
"Oh thank god, yes please," came the reply from the darkness.
"Where are you?" I enquired.
"Over here" he shouted....
"On the swing, silly."
