She marched through and out into the garden.

"Hello dear," said John.

"Well I suppose you haven't just been coming over here for beer," she snarled as she saw the shed and a very tidy garden.

I also showed her the spare bedroom and she seemed satisfied. In fact she seemed to lighten up and I poured her a glass of wine, and she sat and joined us in the garden , being quite pleasant.

As they left I told her that the work was nearly finished.

"Good. Perhaps I'll get my husband back," she growled.

I didn't see John until Thursday. He had phoned on Wednesday evening to invite...