For his birthday, little Joseph asked for a 10-speed bicycle.
His father said, ‘Son, we’d give you one, but the mortgage on
this house is £250,000 and your mother just lost her job.
There’s no way we can afford it.’
The next day the father saw little Joseph heading out the front
door with a suitcase.
So he asked, ‘Son, where are you going?’
Little Joseph told him, ‘I was walking past your room last night
and heard you telling mum you were pulling out.
Then I heard her tell you to wait because she was coming too.
And I’ll be damned if I’m staying here by myself with a £250,000 mortgage and no fucking bike.
Left by eaf143