A man visits a friend recovering from the flu that had him bedridden for weeks. Surprisingly, the friend says it’s been a happy and wonderful experience.
“How so?” asks the man.
“Well, I’ve found out how much my wife loves me and how pleased she is to have me home.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, every time the postman, the milkman or the dustman comes by, she runs out shouting ‘My husband is home! My husband is home!'”