There’s a story in our family about Dad not being able to sleep. He would lie there at night, tossing and turning. Mum suggested counting sheep, but that didn’t work. In frustration she said, ‘If you can’t sleep and you can’t count sheep try counting glasses of beer; that should come naturally to you.’
A few seconds passed and Dad got out of bed.
‘Where are you going?’ asked Mum.
‘To get my first beer,’ said Dad.