It was a sunny summer day in Creston North, 85 degrees. Harry Caines was hove off on his patio, soaking up the sunshine, and sucking back an ice cold Blue Star, with another couple of dozen on ice within arms reach. Life doesn't get any better than this.

Meanwhile, Gladys, Harry's wife, was sweating bullets, mowing the lawn with their heavy four horsepower gas-powered lawn mower.

Marion Boucher, their next door neighbour, who was never one to keep her opinion to herself, was observing this, and decided she was going to give Harry a piece of her mind.

She marched right up to Harry, and started to mouth off at him. "Harry Caines, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!!! Here you are, laid back drinking beer, while your wife does all the work!!! You should be hung!!!"

Harry looked at her, grinned, and opened another Blue Star.

"I am," he said. "That's why she's mowing the grass."