Mavis is at the end of her tether. Her husband is out of work and all he does it sit or lie in front of the TV drinking beer.
One day, the washing machine breaks down and she asks him to have a look at it.
“Leave it out,” he says. “Who do you think I am, a washing machine expert?”
As luck would have it, later on in the day the vacuum cleaner packs it in and again Mavis asks her husband if he would have a look at it.
“Don’t be daft woman, do I look like an electrician? Leave me alone.”
Because things always come in threes, next morning the back door gets stuck and won’t open. Feeling very fed up, Mavis confronts her idle husband and tells him about the door.
“Bugger off,” he snaps. “Do I look like a chippie?”
That’s it. Mavis had had enough. She gets three different tradesmen in and all are repaired. In the evening, when she tells her husband about the repairs, he asks her how much the damn thing is going to cost.
“Well, they told me I could either pay by baking a cake or by going to bed with them,” she replies.
“So what cake did you bake?”
“Don’t be silly,” she says scornfully. “Do I look like Nigella Lawson?”