Colonel Johnson had been living in a Welsh village for fifteen years. The local people liked him even though he was English. One day, when he was working in the garden the vicar came up to him.
“Good morning Colonel. I don’t believe we’ve seen you in church yet.”
“Good morning Vicar. Well, I am an English speaker and your services are conducted in Welsh.”
“Yes,” said the vicar, “but the collection is in English!”