“Evenin’, guvnor. Wha’ can I do yer for?”

“Bit delicate, mate. Missus’s not too ‘appy: me tool’s too big…”

“Never known a lady to complain about that!”

“Well, tight squeeze, see. I mean, she wants me to do ‘er… ya know… dirt passage…”

“Eh?”

“‘Er… tradesmen’s entrance…”

“Yer what?”

“You blinkin’ thick, George? ‘Er back door!”

“Oh! Flippin’ ‘eck!”

“Yeah, well, now what do I do?”

“Got jus’ the fing: WD-40. Good fer all ‘inges, knobs, ‘andles… stop that backdoor squeakin’ an’ all. Two and six.”

“You’re a pal, George. ‘Ere ya go.”

“Ta, vicar. Love to the missus.”