For his birthday, little Joseph asked for a 10-speed bicycle.
His father said, 'Son, we'd get you one, but our mortgage is £200,000 and your mother just lost her job. There's no way we can afford it.'
The next day the father saw little Joseph going out if 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....
I'm not staying here by myself with a £200,000 mortgage and no fuckin' bike.'