Old George was lying on his death bed and his three sons were stood at the foot of the bed waiting to learn what they were each going to get in his will.
George says "I've worked hard all my life, never had a day off and I've built my business up from the ground. Now I'm going to share it equally between the three of you. All the houses in the next street belong to me and Bobby my eldest son you will get them all. All the old folks bungalows at the end of the village belong to me and Derek my middle son you will get them all. The big house on top of the hill belongs to me and Steve my youngest son on your eighteenth birthday that's going to be yours.
Steve say "No disrespect Dad and I don't want to sound ungrateful but I want to be a policeman not a bloody window cleaner".
