A husband crept out of bed early one Saturday morning to go fishing. He packed his fishing equipment in the trunk of the car, hooked up the boat on a trailer and set off. The weather was terrible – driving sleet and a howling gale – so after a couple of miles he stopped the car to listen to the weather forecast in the hope that conditions would improve as the morning wore on. When it was obvious that the bad weather was set in for the day, he decided to turn around and go home. Having parked the car in the garage, he crept back up the stairs and slid into bed, cuddling up to his wife's back. "The weather out there is terrible," he whispered. "I know," she said. "And to think my stupid husband is out fishing in it!"