Never ever, not never, try to deceive Lettie. I did, and almost got away with it...
Shortly after I met Lettie, I was invited out for a "night out with the lads".
I told the Light of my Life that I would be home by midnight... I Promise!
Well, the yarns were being spun and the ale was going down easy, and at around 3 am, drunk as a skunk, I went home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock started, and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for having the presence of mind, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict. Next morning, Lettie asked me what time I got in. I told her 12 o'clock. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then she told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked why, she said, "Well, it cuckooed 3 times, cuckooed another 4 times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, farted, then cuckooed twice more and started giggling."
