MGM my husband was a simple man, that's not to say he was not intelligent but he was happiest when working with wood(he was a joiner all his life)and as an islander never used an six letter word when a 3 letter one would do.

He was having a lot of bother with his boss who had been taking the tax and holiday stamp money from the boys but not buying the stamps or paying the tax. The tax man was breathing down Dauvits neck for unpaid tax. So you can imagine my surprise one night as I was reading beside a sleeping Dauvit to hear a clear hard voice say "Listen you moronic troglodyte pay us our due"

The next day he a letter to the tax man accompanied with his payslips showing the amount of tax that had been deducted from his wages