Two days before the group is to leave Frank's wife puts her foot down and tells him he isn't going.

Frank's friends are very upset that he can't go, but what can they do?

Two days later the three get to the camping site only to find Frank sitting there with a tent set up, firewood gathered, and fish cooking on the fire. "Damn man, how long you been here and how did you talk your wife into letting you go?"

"Well, I've been here since yesterday. Yesterday evening I was sitting in my chair and my wife came up behind me and put her hands over my eyes and said 'guess who'?" I pulled her hands off and she was wearing a
brand new see-through nightie.

"She took my hand and took me to our bedroom. The room had two dozen candles and rose petals all over.

She had on the bed, handcuffs and ropes! She told me to tie and cuff her to the bed and I did.

And then she said "do whatever you want."

"So, here I am."

Suddenly, a cow jumps out into the road, they hit it full on and the
car comes to a stop.

Cherie, in her usual charming manner, says to the chauffeur: 'You get
out and check - you were driving. '

The chauffeur gets out, checks and reports that the animal is dead.

'You were driving; go and tell the farmer, ' says Cherie.

Five hours later, the chauffeur returns totally plastered, hair
ruffled with a big grin on his face.

'My god, what happened to you?' asks Cherie.

The chauffeur replies: ' When I got there, the farmer opened his best
bottle of malt whisky, the wife gave me a slap-up meal and the daughter
made love to me. '

'What on earth did you say?' asks Cherie. ' I knocked on the door, and
when it was answered, I said to them: ' I'm Cherie Blair's chauffeur
and I've just killed the cow.