SOMEONE UNDER MY BED
A man went to a psychiatrist with a worry problem. "Every time I get into bed," he said, "I’m convinced there is somebody under it."
"I can help," said the psychiatrist, "But it will mean a session a week for a year, costing £30 per visit."
The man never returned, so when the psychiatrist met him in the street he asked why he hadn’t come back. "Oh, a friend cured me for...