There was an old Cardi farmer couple called Gwilym and Myfanwy. Sadly after 60 years of life together, Gwilym died. Myfanwy thought hard about how to notify everyone of the sad news and eventually decided to put a small add in the Cambrian News.
Myfanwy to Cambrian recptionist: "How much to put an annoouncement that my husband have died?"
Receptionist to Myfanwy: "That would be £1 a word, madam"
Myfanwy: Jiw, Jiw, there's expensive. All right, just put in "Gwilym Dead""
Receptionist: Very good, madam, that'll be £5"
Myfanwy: "Five Pounds! FIVE POUNDS! but there's only two words!"
Receptionist: "Ah, but £5 is the minimum charge, madam"
Myfanwy: "Darro! Well, put in "Gwilym dead, cow for sale""
Incidentally, I was brought up in Aberdeen (unjustly known for being the tightest city in Scotland) and have retired to Ceredigion, so it's inevitable that "my arms are too short to reach my pockets"