During the summer months Nasrudin took to sleeping on the roof as it was cooler than his bedroom. One night he was kept awake by his wife’s nagging.

“You are a lazy man!” she complained. “I could have taken my pick of any man in town, but I had to choose a simpleton like you!” After several minutes of abuse, Nasrudin could stand it no more. He struggled out of bed, but forgot he was on the roof and fell down to the ground. Hearing the crash, his neighbor rushed to investigate.

“How did you get down there?” he asked, seeing the Mulla in a heap on the ground.

“Ask your wife,” replied Nasrudin.