It's one of those rare events in Scotland, a summer heatwave.

Out in the quaint suburb of Giffnock a wealthy businessman decides he needs to trim the lawn a little at the edges.

First though he takes a shower, a nice cooling one and when he steps out and dries himself he finds that it is much more pleasant to wear nothing in this abominable heat.

Playfully he steps up to his wife in the kitchen and gives her a little slap on the behind

"Darling," he says teasingly, "What if I were to trim the lawn just like this?"

"You had better not?" she responds enraged and embarrassed.

"Oh dear," the man giggles, stringing her along, "my little suburban wife! Too frightened of what the neighbours may think, are we?"

"Yes I am!" she responds, "they'll think I married you for your money!"