Sally Marston burst through the back door and spun her racket across the dining room floor.
Bernard took instant cover as various missiles emerged with velocity from her tennis bag.
“You lost?”
Through-out twenty years of marriage, Bernard had developed an uncanny ability to state the obvious.
Thirty minutes and one G & T later, Sally checked that Bernard had drifted into his usual late evening coma in front of the box.
Quietly closing the study door behind her, she quickly checked her Inbox – and suddenly the world was a better place.
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