The doctor gazed at the harassed, stout lady who sat on the other side of his desk.

"I was right, Mrs. Green," he announced, "You are definitely pregnant again."

"This will be the fifteenth, doc," said Mrs. Green grimly. "You'll have to help me. Enough is enough. I want one of those hearing aids!"

"A hearing aid?" frowned the doctor. "Surely you mean a contraceptive device?"

"I mean a hearing aid, doctor. You see it's like this. Every Saturday night my husband comes in drunk. When he gets into bed he says, "Now then, are we going to sleep, or what?"

And every blasted time I say, 'What?"