This bloke is sitting reading his
Evening Herald newspaper when the wife sneaks up behind him and
whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
"What was that for?" he
says.
"That was for the piece of paper
in your trouser pockets with the name -Ellen written on it,"
she replies.
"Don't be daft," he explains, "two
weeks ago when I went to the races, -Ellen was the name of
one of the horses I bet on."
She seems satisfied at this and
apologises, and goes off to do work around the house.
Three days later he's again
sitting in his chair reading when she nails him with an even
bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold.
When he comes around, he says, "what the heck was that for?"
"Your horse phoned."