Cheer up ...

Husband and wife are doing the dishes. She hands him a plate, and it slips through his finger to smash on the floor.

"Admit it," she says. "You're playing for the Black Caps."

The man denies it. "I'm not. I'm not playing for the Black Caps."

"So where do you go three times a week, and those month long trips overseas? You're at practise, and on tour."

"I'm having an affair with my secretary. We've pop off to the hotel those nights and then have long holidays on the company. But I swear I'm not playing for the Black Caps."

The wife breaks down and cries. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

She recovers and washes the next plate, handing it over to be dried. Once again, it slips through his fingers and smashes on the floor.

"You bastard. You are playing for the Black Caps."