When my friend’s cleaner, a woman not averse to sharing her marital woes before starting a bit of dusting, walked in the other day, her opening line was: “We nearly had a thawing of the marital ice this morning.”
My friend smiled, wary of what was about to be shared. The cleaner continued.
“My hubby said he nearly came in for a cuddle, but when he put his head round the door and saw Alfie he thought better of it. Wasn’t about to fight over me, he said.”
“Alfie?” my friend asked.
“The dog. With me every night. Wouldn't be without him.”