Hey, I just got up! No fair!
This should be interesting--not only am I not awake yet, I'm not looking anything up, so something may be hilariously out of place!
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A man and his wife inherited an ancient inn. She was over the moon, and got her knickers in a twist to renovate it.
Hubby said, "Ah, ye're daft as a brush! It's plain as a
pikestaff we canna' renovate this heap for toffee. Why, they'd have to squeeze me till me pips squeak--ye knows full we', we sail close to the wind anyways".
She called the Building Society, and was given cold comfort. "All the world and his wife knows that place has been needing to be pulled down for donkey's years {a freebie--thanks to Mary Stewart}. Give it up, M'um."
So they sold it for scrap and went to Madeira.
