An old Duke lay dying in his bed on his English estate.

He called his butler, his cook and his gardener to him.

He says to his butler. "Smith you've been my butler for sixty years and never could I have wanted a better servant. My household has always been run to the highest order of excellence and the envy of all. So I'm going to leave you one of the farms on my Scottish estate. Red Hall. You won't know it but it has ten rooms".

He says to his cook. "Mrs Jones you've been my cook for forty years. The food was the best in the land and my table the envy of all. So I'm going to leave you one of the farms on my Welsh estate. Blue Hall. You won't know it but it has eight rooms".

And finally he says to his gardener. "Simpkins in the thirty years you've worked for me my garden has become a n overgrown jungle of weeds, my lawns a disgrace and that whole condition of this, my English estate, has made me a laughing stock throughout the country. So I'm going to leave you f*ck all".

"I don't think I know that one Sir, which of your estates would that be on and how many rooms does it have?"

Yes,Quite,sir.