Their marriage had been shaky.

He was looking shifty and she was sulking.

They were washing the dishes.

She was washing, he was drying.

She handed him a saucer and it broke as he dropped it on the floor.

"Why don't you admit it?" she shouted. "Tell me, where do you go on Tuesday and Thursday nights?"

The husband looked embarrassed blushed.

"Nowhere much", he said.

"You liar" she said "You're playing cricket for Australia! I demand an explanation," she shouted.

Still looking embarrassed, the husband said "I'm going down to the local massage parlour for some extra sex and excitement. I'm having sex with prostitutes for money, and that's all. Then I come home."

"You're a liar!" screamed the wife. "You are secretly playing cricket for Australia! You're going to practice during the week playing on Saturday afternoons, aren't you?"

"No! No!" protested the husband. "I just go for a bit of extra sex! I'm just looking for a stray piece of crumpet down at the singles bar or getting it on with one of the whores."

"Do you swear you're not playing cricket for Australia?", she demanded.

"I swear I'm not. I'm just spending $200 or $300 a week on professional sex", he continued.

Sobbing with relief, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him. "Forgive me", she said, "I'm sorry I didn't trust you.--

They continued washing the dishes.

She handed him a cup and it slipped from his fingers and smashed on the floor.

"You dirty bloody liar!" she screamed, "You ARE playing for Australia!"