It was John The Milkmans birthday. Being a friendly sort of chap, he knew most of his customers and had told quite of few of them about his birthday. When he reached number 28, he was met by Mrs. Jones, the young attractive occupant. She asked him into the house and gave him an enormous birthday breakfast. Then she took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom, where they had the most amazing sex.

A couple of hours later as John was leaving the house, Mrs Jones pressed a pound coin into his hand.

Im sorry, he said, but Ive got to ask – why the pound?

Well, said Mrs Jones, I said to my husband last night Its the milkmans birthday tomorrow, what shall we give him? and he replied Oh screw the milkman, give him a pound. The breakfast was my idea!