As they looked up they saw three posh Yorkshire ladies walking towards them along the gravel path.
“I pay my gardener by bank transfer,” said one.
“Oh, I give mine a cheque,” said another.
“Mine prefers cash,” said the third.
As they passed by the men, George said: “Ayup duck.”
“Hello,” chorused the reply.
As the fragrance moved on George said to John:
“ I’ll speak to anyone, me.”